Confessions Of A Shopaholic Page #8

and make the truth clear

to somebody who absolutely

doesn't understand.

I shop.

Oh, so you lie because you shop.

OK, OK. Why do you shop?

- Well, I...

- Come on, come on!

Well, you're not giving me time...

For what?

To make something up?

Just, for once in your life,

tell me the truth.

Because when I shop,

the world gets better.

The world is better.

And then it's not anymore.

And I need to do it again.

Well, what about honesty?

What about credibility?

Well, I wanted to tell you,

but I only took the job

to get to Alette.

Well, I wish you all the best with that.

Luke, I'm so sorry.

No, no. I understand.

The whole thing was a lie.

That absolutely makes sense.

You're breaking my heart

You're tearing it apart

Woo, woo

Now I've gone insane

And you're breaking

my glasses, too, OK?

Is she wearing my bridesmaid's dress?

Suze!

That, I can absolutely explain!

OK! Explain.

Oh...

Explain!

Suze!

Mr. West. I like Luke Brandon.

But it would seem on

recent evidence, Mr. Brandon

allowed his objectivity to lapse.

Mr. Brandon?

Rebecca Bloomwood...

Rebecca Bloomwood

was the most vivacious,

funny, inspiring woman I have ever met.

And she lived a lie.

We know that now.

But what she wrote in her columns

was the truth.

She had a voice.

She spoke to people

who never believed

that they could understand,

and who loved it when

they found that they could.

And I loved it.

Rebecca Bloomwood let me down.

But the Girl in the Green Scarf

never did.

As for you, if Luke Brandon

and his attitude

aren't fitting in at Dantay-West,

there's really only ever one solution.

Maybe we should

start a new magazine.

A magazine driven purely

by the voices of its writers.

A part of the company,

but outside the gates, you know?

Yeah, sounds...

Sounds great.

Yeah. It's unexpected, but, you know.

You have drive,

Mr. Brandon, and vision.

I've been impressed.

Oh, it'll be tough going to start,

but that's the way Cy and I

built this company.

On the day that we put that sign up

over the door, Dantay-West.

That was when we knew

that we'd made the right decision.

So here's to our new venture.

Well, I, um. I can't...

I cannot believe it.

I'm going to kill her.

Mr. West, when you put

that sign above the door,

you wanted to make your name

in the world, didn't you?

- Oh, more than anything else.

- So do I.

Sweetie, she's gonna be fine.

And when you talk to her, don't...

Sweetie, honestly,

do you think it's too...

"Raising Financially Fit Kids."

Do you think it's too late for this?

Never too late. Aren't you glad

we went to that book fair?

Pretty amazing, ain't it?

That's why your mother and I

love coming out here.

Reminds us of our childhood

in Finland.

Your mom and I think,

if the American economy

can be billions in debt

and still survive, so can you.

- The RV's worth about 13...

- No. Dad.

We want to.

I will kill you if you sell it.

It completely defines you. Completely.

Nothing defines me,

except you and your mother.

So she really did it?

And it all worked.

What do you mean?

You mean you don't know.

Oh, this is good.

Alette Naylor is going to see

the little green scarf girl

to give her the one thing that

she wants most in all the world.

And now I'm stuck with her.

I'm very happy

to have found you.

I'm very happy

to have found you.

- I went to Mr. West to...

- Hot.

Ah. Thank you. Charles et Diana.

No, no. They're not from Indiana,

they're from England.

No, Dad, she said Charles and Diana.

Yes. Well, I went to see Mr. West

to petition for clemency...

- ...which he gave.

- And is Luke Brandon OK?

Unfortunately, Monsieur Brandon

is no longer with Dantay-West.

But he'll land on his feet.

He's a Sherman, after all. Rebecca...

You may not know this,

but your appearance

on that TV show has struck

a nerve with many, many girls.

They identify with you.

Your column will be Affordable Fashion.

Five hundred words once a month.

Welcome to Alette.

I can do affordable fashion.

I mean, I know where all the sales are.

Yes, yes, she does. Oh!

In fact, she got that from me.

No, I didn't. I didn't.

I didn't, I didn't, I didn't.

- Oh, cake?

- Yes.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

Tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny.

- Oh.

- No, tiny. Tiny! Tiny!

Hmm.

Thank you.

You will make your column personal.

Mm-hmm.

You'll take pieces

from your own wardrobe,

like this for example.

This is very pretty.

- They're swell.

- This season, I believe.

Um, well, they're Louboutins,

so, I mean, well,

they're not affordable fashion.

Fear not. Chez Alette,

we print the prices very small.

And after all,

what are credit cards for, huh?

You must know that.

Yeah, wow.

Yeah, no, I, um...

I know all about credit cards.

And final notices and debt collectors.

Um, they should print that

in the fashion magazines. Right?

Mm-hmm.

Rebecca, you have a moral conscience.

But if you want to work

for my magazine...

No, no, I really...

I wanna work at Alette.

What's the matter, baby?

I just, I have that really annoying

feeling in the pit of my stomach.

You know that feeling when...?

Yes. I get it...

I get it in the back of my head.

Yeah, when...

You know what I mean?

You wanna do something, but

you sort of feel like you shouldn't?

- That's it!

- I get heartburn.

I just... I have made

so many mistakes,

and I feel like taking this job

would be another one.

Before you make your decision,

you should know this.

When I leave this house,

the opportunity leave with me.

Well, then you should both go.

C'est la vie.

You're a Sherman.

Can't you finance this yourself?

I'm asking if you will back me.

I'm asking if I am a good investment.

All right, people, this is it.

I want you to think of it

as a toxic little monkey on your back.

Do it, Freak!

But anybody who cries

will have to cut two cards.

I'm Rebecca Bloomwood

and I'm a shopaholic.

Hi, Rebecca.

I destroyed my career

on national television.

I lied to the man I love.

I hurt my best friend.

I invented a stalker,

and I don't even speak Finnish.

But I have a plan, and I need your help.

Who's with me?

Shut up. Sale of the century.

Forward to all employees. Send.

Oh, uh, Luke, sorry.

Um, may I take a long lunch?

Sure. What are you doing?

Oh! Oh, uh, I have an appointment.

- With whom?

- A person.

Um...

Uh, I suppose she has to,

uh, clear the decks.

You know, make room

for all those free clothes from Alette.

Go, Hayley.

May I...?

- Bags!

- Ready!

- Accessories!

- Ready!

- Shoes!

- Ready.

- Millinery.

- What you call me?

- Hats.

- Oh!

I hope they've got shoes!

They're gettin' antsy out there.

Ready when you are, Ms. Bloomwood.

Open the doors, Dad!

There's plenty for everyone.

Just, take your...

You'll note the delicious color,

the smart collar

and these classic buttons.

Thirty dollars is my final offer.

I'll give you $30

to get away from my table.

What about your mother?

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