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Would you like cream or milk

with your tea?

No, I don't like tea.

Oh. Well, that's fine.

We can just

get right to the point, Milo.

May I call you Milo,

Mr O'Brannigan?

Oh, sure.

Love the way you say it.

Sounds just me old mother.

Warms the cockles of my heart.

You know what I want

to talk about, don't you?

I haven't the foggiest,

but I love surprises.

And I love your work.

I want you to sign with Elle.

I'll get you everything you want.

I'd stake my job on it.

- Would you, now?

- Yes.

I would.

And more than that!

What could be more than that,

Miss Krumm?

Well, let's see.

Ah, I would, uh...

get down on my hands and knees,

if I thought it would help.

Ah, you never know,

it might help.

I beg your pardon?

Well, you said, would it help

if you got down on your hands and knees?

And I said,

"Well, you never know, might help."

It might help.

And you think I won't

do that, don't you?

Just you watch me.

Does that make you happy?

What the hell are you doing?

You goddamn idiot!

Cut that out. Oh!

No. Get out!

Get the hell out of my room!

Ow!

Well, you know what you are?

You are a goddamn amateur!

- You are the f***ing Irish

flavour of the month! Zap!

Where are my clothes?

- Jack took them.

- What do you mean he took them?

Okay, okay, Pilar.

- He's driving me crazy!

- Okay, Pilar. Where are the clothes?

The Milo O'Brannigan shoot.

Oh!

Sh*t!

What the f...

Winnie!

- Get over here!

- Milo!

Oh, geez, what's goin' on?

I've got dog sh*t all over me shoe.

Who brought a dog in here?

- None of us.

- That's... That's one of the

reasons we wear these boots.

In Texas, you're always

steppin' in somethin'.

Take it away and incinerate it.

Good morning.

Good morning, Milo.

- I brought a little present for you.

- Listen, uh, could ya...

clear out of here, 'cause I want to get

this thing done kind of fast, okay?

Clint? Clint.

- C'mon. Pay attention. Let's go.

- Okay. Let's do this.

Hi. Bonjour, ca va?

How you doin', Anne? Eve. Kiki.

Could you take your positions, please?

Let's have a look at this.

You got... Constant?

You got the Polaroids?

You know, what are we selling?

Hats or boots? Get the hats off.

- This exposition is fine?

- Yeah. Yeah, it's nice.

Yeah, it's not bad.

It looks all right, actually. Ah.

Okay. Now, listen. You all look,

um, gorgeous and talented...

and full of sexual allure

and all that kind of stuff.

And it's just as well,

because the clothes are kind of boring.

These boots

were made for walkin'.

- You keep sayin'

you got somethin' for me

- Okay, over here, please.

- Heads up, please. Chin up.

- Somethin'

- You call love, but confess

- Over here. Yeah, we're doin' fine.

Okay, imagine you're walking around

in f***in' Texas or someplace like that.

- This is so f***ing now.

- You've been messin' where you

shouldn't have been a-messin'

- Okay, you're John Wayne,

you hate the camera. Over here.

- And now someone else

- Is gettin' all your best

- That's good. That's good. Over here.

- Think cowboy, you know. C'mon.

- These boots were made for walkin'

- Chin up, please, Gamaliana.

Yeah, very Randolph Scott.

- That's just what they'll do

- 'Cause one of these days

these boots

- That's good, that's great. Over here.

- Are gonna walk all over you

- I like that sullen look.

Okay. That's good. Keep it there.

Hold it. Keep it there.

Okay. Merci.

Very, very nice. Au revoir.

Ah, here's the taxi.

Thank you.

Uh, St. Germaine Du Prix, s'il vous

plait, or just St. Germaine Du Pres.

I don't know. Whoo!

Tout le bags. Whoops!

- 2340, s'il vous plait.

- Pardon?

- Vingt-deux...

- Vingt-trois quarante.

Vingt-trois quarante,

please.

Hello.

Milo O'Brannigan, s'il vous plait.

- Sissy Wanamaker, Harper's Bazaar.

- Milo.

It's the Wanamaker woman.

- Hold on.

- That's the woman from

Harper's Bazaar, you know?

Hi, Miss Wanamaker.

Sissy.

Yeah, all right.

Sissy, I was just thinking about ya.

- You were?

- Yeah, I was.

Well, I've been thinking

about you too, Milo.

Have you now, Sissy.

Oh, yes, Milo. Yes, I have.

I really have.

- The lights are on

- The lights are on

- But you're not home

- But you're not home

Your will

Is not your own

Your heart slips

- Your teeth grind

- Teeth grind

One kiss

And you'll be mine Whoa-oa

You might think

that you're immune to the stuff

Oh, yeah

I'll get it.

- Oh, no, you don't!

I'll get the door. You get the...

- Okay, okay, okay.

- You get the contract. Where is it?

- On the dresser.

- Okay, put it on the bed.

- Oh! Okay.

- Miss. Anytime you need me,

I'll be there. Okay?

- Yes. Just go. Just go.

Come on in.

I'm surprised you're alone.

Where's your entourage?

Aren't you scared

to be in a room alone with me?

I am.

How 'bout some champagne?

Got a beer?

A beer!

Let me look.

I like beer. Actually,

I prefer it to champagne.

But you know... When in...

When in Rome, do as the Parisians do.

I like a man who drinks beer.

Actually,

my father drank it constantly.

Don't forget,

he was part Irish.

Oh.

How nice.

But then, you do know

about lighting, don't you?

Shall we, uh, drink out of the glasses

or just drink out of the bottle?

Oh, the bottle's fine.

Oh, this is ale, but...

well, that's the same as beer, isn't it?

Here's to us.

Shamrock.

You don't know

how much I admire you, Milo.

- Do you, now?

- Yes, I do.

Nice suite.

Big bed.

Oh, Milo,

you're driving me insane.

I'm acting like a-a three-year-old

teenager, for God's sake.

I'm the editor of a fashion magazine,

and you're the photographer.

But I'm American, and I'm so noisy,

and you're so quiet.

You're so goddamn Irish.

I mean, you're like The Quiet Man.

Oh, I don't know what to do!

I want you to sign this contract,

and I want you. So, take me!

Oh, God!

What are you doing?

Oh, God!

What are you doing?

You son-of-a-b*tch!

Get out of here! Get out of here!

Stop it! Viviene! Viviene!

Oh, you son-of-a-b*tch!

This is Kitty Potter

live from Paris.

And there's a kind of Mad Hatter

magic in the air here tonight...

judging by Nina Scant's

magnificent millinery.

A chic international crowd

is gathering here at the elegant

restaurant Le Doyen...

to see a new collection

of Haute Bijou ..

from the celebrated jeweler

Bulgari.

- Oh!

- Oh!

Why don't you open your eyes?

Arrogant bastard!

This is pure

poetry here tonight with some

of the most beautiful jewels...

I have ever seen,

glittering everywhere you look...

especially on the lovely throat

of Isabella de la Fontaine.

We haven't seen Isabella on the

social circuit for more than 25 years.

And she's certainly made absolutely

sure we won't miss her here tonight.

Every great while, Paris plays

host to a glittering evening so

filled with charm and fantasy...

it feels like you just walked right

to the other side of the looking glass.

Inside, we sit down to the sumptuous

contemporary cuisine...

that has earned Le Doyen its

constellation of Michelin stars.

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