She's on her way. Tell everyone!
She's not supposed to be here until 9.
Her driver just text-messaged and her facialist ruptured a disc.
God, these people!
Who's that?
That, I can't even talk about.
Alright, everyone, gird your loins!
Did someone eat an onion bagel?
Sorry, Miranda.
Move it!
Ooh!
I don't know understand why it's so difficult to confirm an appointment.
I know. I'm so sorry, Miranda, I actually did confirm last night -
Details of your incompetence do not interest me.
Tell Simone I'm not going to approve that girl that she sent me for the Brazilian layout.
I asked for clean, athletic, smiley. She sent me dirty, tired, and paunchy.
And RSVP "Yes" to Michael Kors' party.
I want the driver to drop me off at 9:30 and pick me up at 9:45 sharp.