GWYNETH: Come on, ladies, stand up straight. Be demure. My suit demands it.
COURTENEY: Guess what? I'm 44. And I'm HOT.
RITA: WHERE THE LIDO DECK AT, BITCHES?
GWYNETH: Now now, Rita, let's not be crass. I don't believe in such flashy impropriety.
COURTENEY: Excuse me, Legs McTinyskirts? You spent all summer in skirts that were shorter than my pinky finger. You wore one to the Grammys the other night. Now you put on ONE suit and you're an 80-year old etiquette mistress?
RITA: TWO-FOR-ONE DAIQUIRIS WILL HELP!
COURTENEY: Seriously, Gwyn, that suit is all wrong -- here, take another look at yourself in it:
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GWYNETH: What's wrong with it?
RITA: ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED ON THE CARNIVAL DECK? FREE CHAMPERS!!!!!
COURTENEY: You just look so... shapeless. And bony. And washed-out. And...
GWYNETH: Fine, I get it. You hate it. I'll put it away until Apple gets married.
RITA: YOU PEOPLE ARE HARSHING MY BUZZ. KATE! KATE, COME HERE!
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RITA: KATE WILL LIMBO WITH ME! HOW LOW CAN YOU GO, MOFO?!?
KATE CAPSHAW: I'm not sure how I got draggeed into this. I just kind of want to stay over in the corner in my sack dress.
RITA: FINE. I WILL GET JIGGY BY MYSELF.
KATE: I think that's best.
