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.
When someone deliberately over-educates themselves out of the possibility of useful employment, I take issue.
Patsy: We can get you a man.
Eddy: You just rent a man, do you?
Patsy: Rent two, we’ll make a night of it.
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.