Archive for July, 2007

Ap­pear­ance Is All That Re­al­ly Mat­ters

Blonde: So, I told him for months that this was my week­end.
Brunette: Our week­end.
Blonde: Right, my week­end. So his par­ents are com­ing to help him move in­to his new apart­ment, and is it bad if I don’t help and I go to the Hamp­tons in­stead?
Brunette: No. Did he say any­thing to make you think that?
Blonde: No, I thought of it on my own.
Brunette: You look su­per tan.
Blonde: Thanks!

–Equinox gym

Scene from The Dev­il Wears Pra­da, Di­rec­tor’s Cut

20-ish WASP in fur coat on cell: Don’t you have a bowl? [Sigh] Do you have a bot­tle of ton­ic or, like, an ap­ple or a traf­fic cone? Well, I’m sure there is some­thing in your apart­ment I can make a bong out of.
80-ish Jew­ish woman: That’s an in­ap­pro­pri­ate con­ver­sa­tion if I ever heard one…
20-ish WASP in fur coat: What­ev­er, that was my boss.

–El­e­va­tor, 62nd & 2nd

Oprah Is My Mom­my?

Child: I’m king of the world!
Dad: Okay, now come on.
Child: Dad, what’s king of the world?
Dad: It means you’re the boss of every­one.
Child: Oh.
Dad: Your mom­my — she’s king of the world.

–De­Graw & Court, Brook­lyn