[Michael, Mimi and Charlotte are at Fiona's apartment] Fiona: Charlie, this is fabulous! Michael: Mimi, get down. Charlotte: [Referring to sketches] When I saw the shoulders on this gown, I plotzed. I said to myself, "Fiona, this.. this is the future of fashion." [Michael and Mimi are setting the table] Michael: Oh, no. Remember what I told ya? Forks go on the left side. This side. Small fork on the outside. Take your Knife, put it over next to the spoon. The blade.. The blade in. Perfect. Yeah. Might wanna work on that one too. Mimi: In Lipo Lipo, we eat with hands. Michael: In New York, New York, we eat with forks. Mimi: When are we gonna eat? ... Charlotte: I'm famished! A little champagne? Gino, why don't you show her the bridesmaids sketches? Fiona: Show me, show me, show me, show me. Oh, I'm loving this! Charlotte: Ah! What is taking so long with the food? I'll give them a call. Fiona: I don't eat meat, I don't eat dairy or nightshade vegetables, and, of course, I don't touch preservatives. Michael: [Under breath] Obviously. [Charlotte shoulder butts Michael] Mimi: [To Charlotte] Cat fat. Charlotte: Mm-hmm. Mimi: We eat cat. Charlotte: Excuse me? [Door rings] That must be the food. Oh! Finally. Gino, Louis. Coming. [Slowly picks up the cat in a passive aggressive manner] We are not going to eat the cat. Mimi: Cat's job, feed people. Michael: No, not here. Here, cat's job is to sleep and lick crotch. Fiona: Oh, Charlie, it smells so good! I can't stand it! Of course, this is much too much for me. Did they forget my tiramisu? [They arrive in kitchen and Mimi is squatting on table eating cat food Oh, God! Mimi: This much tasty! Your female makes good food, Baboon! Fiona: [Starts gagging and Charlotte puts hand on Fiona's mouth and leads her away] Oh! [Michael stares at Mimi with a you-should-know-better-look with Mimi looking bewildered] ... Fiona: [From a distance] Oh, Louis, you are such a cliché. Charlotte: You had no right to change the rules. Michael: What rules?! Charlotte: When we talked about having children, we agreed that you would be my child and that I would be your child, and now I find out that you've had a child all along! Michael: Wait a second! Are you saying that I knew that I had a child?! Charlotte: Well, if I had a child, I certainly would have known! Michael: Hello! You're a woman! Of course you'd know! You're there when you have it! There's no magical bond between a father and son that spans the continents! The only reason I know I have a child is because you insisted... Charlotte: So now you're saying that you having a child is my fault?! I don't think so, Michael! Michael: Mimi's just visiting! I wanna show him a good time! After that, he goes back home, and we can go back to being the way we were... entirely wrapped up in ourselves! Charlotte: Promise? ... [Michael is playing with Mimi's blowdart and pricks himself] Michael: Ow! [He then falls asleep leaning forward and Mimi lays a blanket over his back]

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