Journos with egos, I don’t like ‘em. Bad enough havin to read the crap without havin to look a photo of the bastard that wrote it.

Fleur: Who is the customer?

Patsy: Rich bitches whose faces have been pulled so tight they can’t see what they’re buying.

Wednesday 8am. Get up. Kick Arse. Well, there’s one step ahead already.

When someone deliberately over-educates themselves out of the possibility of useful employment, I take issue.

Look there’s a new disease called the Kardashians, darling.

Patsy: We can get you a man.

Eddy: How?

Patsy: Pay.

Eddy: You just rent a man, do you?

Patsy: Rent two, we’ll make a night of it.

Patsy: What are you wearing, Eddy?

Eddy: Lacroix.

Patsy: It’s fabulous.

Serge: A gay man can be… boring.

Eddy: Sweetheart, being gay is the best excuse you’ll ever have for not being boring.

Saffy: You can’t get the food shopping from Harrods.

Patsy: You can. You can’t expect people who live in Knightsbridge to eat out all the time.

Bubble: Hoover vacuum’s broke. Fell out the window while I were vacuuming the sill.