Confessions Of A Shopaholic Page #5

- Ryan.

- Mr. Lewis.

Luke, that columnist of yours

said the most outrageous things.

I'd like to apologize for our company.

Outrageous, yet brilliant things.

She's like a breath of fresh air.

- I couldn't agree more.

- Totally agree too.

- He couldn't agree more.

- Our displays are boring.

- Aren't they?

- She's right.

She's honest.

The doughnut idea I loved.

I'll be talking to you

about advertising.

- Great.

- Great.

- OK.

- OK.

No, you're doing great.

There's one more person

that you really ought to meet.

- Hmm.

- This one's pretty crucial,

but having the language

in common should help.

Hmm. Language?

Yeah, I want you to meet

Janne Virtanen from Nokia.

I told him you're part Finnish,

and he's very excited to meet you.

Janne.

Rebecca.

- Ah.

- Hey, hey, hey.

That's how you do it in Finland.

- Luke! Luke Brandon!

- He's really funny.

- I can't even translate that.

- Long time no see, buddy.

Men like you are the reason

I left Finland.

- Hello?

- Ms. Bloomwood?

It's Derek Smeath from

All City Debt Collection.

- At last we meet.

- Uh.

How's your leg? Still broken?

Uh... it's, um. It's much better.

- Mr. Brandon.

- Yes.

We Scandinavians...

...like her. A lot.

Good. Then kindly limp,

stagger, or crawl

to my office this afternoon.

Um, absolutely, I would love to.

Good.

- Except... Oh, my God.

- What?

My aunt has just fallen from the sky

in a freak skydiving accident.

Enough! Unless the outstanding

balance is transferred from

your account first thing

- Mr. Smeath, uh...

- ...the next step will be...

...personal contact.

Absolutely, 9:
00 on Monday morning.

I have to go.

I'm so sorry. I've got to go.

You are getting your own ringtone.

Do not answer

this call, it's Derek Smeath.

- Do not...

- Rebecca. Oh!

- Thanks.

- I have something to tell you.

I have something

to tell you, too.

OK.

You first.

Well, Edgar West

has taken a table at the

Print Association Charity Ball,

and guess which two people

from Successful Saving

have been invited as representatives?

It's a huge mark of respect.

This puts us in the major league,

and that is mainly down to you.

- Huh...

- Are you OK?

- This isn't easy.

- OK.

Your tie does not go with your shirt.

Try to enjoy yourself. No, no,

you have to savor shopping.

No, you don't.

You have to strike with precision

and get out.

- Hi.

- Hello.

We're looking for clothes for my boss.

Absolutely. Were you thinking

maybe a suit or a jacket?

I'm actually thinking about everything.

Oh, well, we can do everything.

Pink. Oh, my gosh,

I love pink on a guy. Is that bad?

- That pink is great.

- It's gorgeous.

- Would he do pink?

- I think so.

Think he'd do it with like a white pant?

- He'd do that.

- Actually!

What I really need is a, uh, tuxedo,

say three buttons, size 48 regular,

a white dress shirt,

I'll try the blue as well,

and a black vernice shoe

in a size ten. And two Advil.

You speak Prada?

Occasionally.

But if you know how to dress well,

why do you come to

the office looking like...?

I don't want to be defined

by clothes or labels or family.

Why would you be defined by family?

My mother is Elinor Sherman,

New York socialite.

Excuse me, did you just say that

your mother is Elinor Sherman?

Did she tell you that we dressed her

for the Met gala?

Oh, she just looked stunning.

Well, congratulations on having

such a fabulous mother.

My, uh, parents are divorced.

I grew up in England with my dad.

He's great.

Very down-to-earth,

totally different from my mother.

Anyway, she wasn't interested

until I was an adult.

At which point it was assumed

that I'd just fall into line.

For the throne?

Uh, no, for the, um...

for the family business.

What's the business?

Owning stuff. Real estate, um,

Internet businesses, um...

- Cable companies...

- Oh, sorry. Oh, sorry.

I chose to succeed on my own terms,

not kowtow to some controlling family.

What's Dantay-West?

Do you have a take

on everything in life?

- Yes.

- Yes.

Well, what would your take

be on... me?

Go on.

What would The Girl in the Green

Scarf's take be on Luke Brandon?

As an investment, you pretty much suck.

- What?

- You're a workaholic.

You put in all these hours,

but you don't reap the rewards.

It goes into someone else's pocket.

But you're a great editor.

And now...

...you look like one.

Drank a lot of mojitos.

I drank too many mojitos.

It wasn't always work and no play.

- Thanks.

- Thanks.

- Cheers!

- Mmm.

Oh, por favor.

Pick one.

- Mmm? Are you serious?

- Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God, I love this one.

But look at the red one.

- The red one's cute.

- Pick one.

- How much?

- Three dollars.

No, this is gorgeous. Simple.

- Perfect.

- Wait, why'd you buy me a fan?

Because we're going to dance.

Oh, I don't know how to do

this kind of dancing.

I do.

OK?

Just follow me.

- No...

- Oh.

Oh!

You know, my instinct is that

you should have your own business.

- That's your instinct?

- Yes.

Your delivery has arrived, sir.

Shall I send it up?

- No, I'll take that.

- OK.

Thank you.

My other instinct is that

I should take this to the ball.

No? What do you think?

Yeah, you know, Rebecca,

about the ball, there's, um...

There's something that I need...

Well, finally.

Luke, where have you been?

I've been looking for you.

We have a dinner reservation.

Did you go shopping?

Oh, oh, yes. Yes,

Rebecca's been helping me

pick something out for the... ball.

Oh, that's perfect.

I went shopping, too.

We're gonna look so major together.

Aren't you glad I convinced

you to go with me?

That's what I was trying to...

Oh. Oh, great, well,

it'll be so much fun.

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna go. Great.

Oh, wait, wait, Rebecca.

Don't go.

Just, come out for a drink.

You know Alicia, and...

- Yes, come out for a drink.

- I would. I'd love to.

I just, um, I have to make some calls.

- I'll see you in New York.

- Too bad.

- See ya.

- Good night.

- Hey, Suze.

- Don't come home!

I am home.

Well, don't come to the front door!

It's Derek Smeath.

- Keep driving!

- Rebecca Bloomwood.

- God, oh, God, oh, God.

- Don't panic.

- Oh, God.

- What'd you tell him?

OK. I told him that your

Aunt Ermintrude died of malaria.

She died in a skydiving accident.

Her parachute didn't open.

How am I supposed to know?

She doesn't even exist!

I know I've made some mistakes,

but I'm turning my life around.

I've got it planned.

I'm gonna go to the ball.

Impress Alette Naylor.

Here! All I have to do first

is buy a new dress.

Bex, no! Absolutely not.

You've 10,000 dresses already.

What? You exaggerate.

I know the dress. It's perfect.

You got it at the thing.

Know what I'm talking about?

Where is it?

I hope we didn't throw it away

at the de-cluttering.

Oh, Bex. Imagine you wearing this dress.

Walk past the mirror.

Would you be jealous?

- Yes!

- Yes.

Oh, my gosh,

I forgot I even had this dress.

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