The Devil Wears Prada2006

Miranda:
So, first of all, we need to move Snoop Dogg to my table.

Andrea:
But your table's full.

Miranda:
Stephen isn't coming.

Andrea:
Oh, Stephen isn't... so I don't need to fetch Stephen from the airport tomorrow?

Miranda:
Well, if you speak to him and he decides to rethink the divorce, then, yes, fetch away. You're very fetching, so, go fetch. And then, when we get back to New York, we need to contact Leslie, and see what she can do to minimize the press on all this. Another divorce. Splashed across "Page Six". Just imagine what they're going to write about me. "The Dragon Lady. Career-obsessed. Snow Queen drives away another Mr. Priestly." Rupert Murdoch should cut me a check for all the papers I sell for him. Anyway, I don't... I don't really care what anybody writes about me. But my... my girls, I just... It's just so unfair to the girls. And it's just... Another disappointment. Another letdown. Another father. Figure. Gone. Anyway, the point is... the point is... the point is, we really need to figure out where to place Donatella, because she's barely speaking to anyone.

Andrea:
I'm so sorry, Miranda. If you want me to cancel your evening, I can.

Miranda:
Don't be ridiculous. Why would we do that?

Andrea:
Is there anything else I can do to help?

Miranda:
[Nods] Your job. That's all.