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But first, the dessert.

Let's go inside and have a look

at the jewellery. Shall we?

- Say when.

- I'm here with Paolo Bulgari...

the third generation of a house

which built its name...

on preserving and enhancing

the style and workmanship

of the Italian Renaissance...

and the 19th century

Roman school of artisans.

Paolo, the latest collection is a foray

into the subtleties of porcelain.

How did it evolve?

I tell you, um,

about a couple of years ago...

I feel very at home here. It's so great

to be in the middle of all this again.

Miss Krumm, if... If we meet here,

the car will be, uh, available...

You just stay with me.

- Viviene!

- Please, I will... I will be a second.

Viviene, no second!

Just get over here.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Just marvellous.

Thank you so much.

- How do you find the jewellery?

- How do you find the jewellery?

Oh, well, I usually shove my hand

down the back of the sofa.

Hopefully,

I come up with something.

I'm talking about the Bulgari,

uh, porcelain pieces.

Um, yes, I know you are, but it's

just it's such a boring question to ask.

You know, unimaginative.

Can't anyone ask anything

serious every now and again?

Okay. How do you feel that

50 of the world's pollution

is caused by the textile mills?

The person I blame...

and hate the most...

is me, of course.

I'm the one to blame.

It's my fault, I know.

You shouldn't be so hard on yourself.

It's my fault. I'm the one to blame.

You couldn't help yourself.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah, that was unfair of me.

You're not all that

irresistible, you know.

- I did have a little something

to do with this decision.

- Oh, no. I...

- I assure you.

- I didn't mean it that way.

Okay, it was my choice.

In fact, I'd say you had very

little to do with the decision.

Okay, you are simply...

a pawn in this game.

Game?

That's great!

You're a f***in' piece of work.

You know know that?

You telling me you just fall

into bed with the first person

to pour you a glass of wine?

Oh, that is just so typical of you

to always go for the really cheap, low...

Always? Always? Wait a second.

I don't know you!

I just met you.

I'm not your f***in' husband!

Well, I'm not your f***ing wife.

Who do you think I am?

- I-I'm tryin' to figure that out.

- Oh, are you?

- Yes, I am!

- Well, don't strain yourself!

- Well, don't worry!

- I won't!

Gonna watch more of that fashion sh*t?

No. I'm looking for

a soccer game, you arsehole.

Citrogen would

just like to point out...

that the new Xantea is equipped

with a remarkable, unified

passenger safety structure.

You wanna dance?

Yeah.

Xantea. Discover

what Citrogen can do for you.

- Oh! Cher. Hey. Um...

- Uh, yes.

I'm Kitty Potter for FAD,

and this is...

- Cher. Hey.

- Hi.

- How are you doin'?

- Fine.

Great. You enjoying this party?

We're at the Bulgari party.

- Yes, I am. I'm... Yes.

- In Paris, yes. At Paris.

- Um, would you talk about it for us?

- Well, yeah.

I actually think

that the whole thing behind

all of this pret-a-porter...

and all of this thing is about

women trying to be beautiful.

And none of us are going to look

like Naomi Campbell...

none of us are going to look

like Christy Turlington; so, in

a way, I think it's kind of sad.

And not many of us are

gonna look like you, either. So...

Well, yeah. I don't know. I mean, I'm a

victim as well as a perpetrator of this.

And I think it's not about

what you put on your body...

I think it's more about

what you are on the inside.

- Ha! I mean, this is Cher!

- I never exactly...

We have taken Paris by storm.

By storm. By storm,

by storm, by storm.

- Ah.

- How's who?

At last! A table.

A chair.

- Madame de la Fontaine,

may I introduce myself?

- Yes.

- I'm Kitty Potter.

- Oh, what a cute name.

- It's not real. It's just for TV.

- Mine is not real either.

- No, I know. It was your

husband's name, right?

- Oh, not really. Excuse me.

- Um, I love your jewels.

- Thank you.

Hey! Hey, I got a jacket

just like that.

- Excuse me, I'm sorry, pardon me.

- Hi. I'm Fiona Ulrich.

I'm from the New York Times.

- Hi. How are you?

- Oh, hi.

I just wondered, how do you

find this year's collections

differing from last year's?

Aha. Well, I don't know!

Um...

Look at her face! Let me see the ones

of Regina. Oh. Oh, she's over there.

- She knows we're talking about her.

- Oh, Milo. Milo O'Brannigan.

He pretty much controls how

women think that they have to

look in, like, 39 countries.

- Bye, Eve.

- I have to run.

- Craig, come on. Please! Come.

- I was just...

- Milo, you have to do a book.

- A book of tragedy. You have to.

It's just a hobby, you know.

I get so bored with it.

Look at these tired old tits.

I mean, it's just quel tragique.

You gonna blackmail people, or what?

- You watch out, Cy.

I might get one of you.

No, I want a print

of this one right here!

A porno photographer!

Ah, it passes the time

anyway, you know.

Isabella, I'm so sorry

about the death of your husband.

Thank you very much, indeed.

I want you to take them back

to my hotel. There's my key, okay?

- Okay.

- Bring the key back to me immediately.

No problem.

I'll be back in a minute.

Winnie, tell you what.

You can take a walk. I'll see

you tomorrow sometime, okay?

- Do you know that boy?

- Who? Oh, oh! Alain! Yes, I know him.

Good. Follow him.

Get that key for me.

- Bring it back here before he

gets back. Do you understand?

- But, how?

I don't know how!

That's what you're here for.

Use your brain, your, your breasts,

anything. But get me that key.

- I don't think he likes girls.

- Well, then act like a boy!

Oh, Jesus.

Si.

- Ciao.

- Ciao.

It's a surprise.

I can't tell you.

Well, I'll meet you later,

at L'Arc. Okay?

It's a surprise.

I can't tell you!

Excuse me, everybody.

Goodbye.

I have a headache.

Listen, I have to get going. Sorry.

- Give my love to Mother. Please.

- Cort.

- Bye, Sis.

- Clint, do you mind helping

me down the stairs?

- No, not at all.

- I think I snapped my heel.

Excuse me, Slim.

The call of nature.

- See you, Slim.

- Right.

Voila.

When we first met

We were both so young

we didn't give a damn

How the clock would run

The time was wild

I'd get so full of you

'Cause it's gettin' late

What would ya like to do

Jump on top of me, baby

Now, get on top of me, baby

Jump on top of me now

And give it to me

nice and slow

Well, jump on top of me

baby

Jump on top of me, baby

Jump on top of me, girl, and

give it to me nice and slow

All right

Jump on top of me, baby

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Oh, you evil

son-of-a-b*tch.

Oh! Ha.

This stupid card!

Why don't they give you a f***ing key?

I love keys.

Now, do you have any more of these

wonderful photographs to show me?

C'mere, you big gorilla.

Oh! You animal.

Oh. Did you fart?

- I never fart.

Only when I drink champagne.

You're a great shape

of a woman, you know that?

- Well, let me get my coat off.

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