MARCIA GAY HARDEN: Let's be frank. I look kind of great tonight.
HOPE DAVIS: I...don't. Damn it.
MARCIA: Did you see me on Damages this last season? I was sort of really sexy, right? Even if my character did kind of drift off into nowhere. After all those cracks over the last few years about how I'm a "handsome" woman. I'm looking GOOD lately. I think it's the hair.
HOPE: The hair is kind of big tonight, don't you --
MARCIA: Shut up, Dowdy McFrumpsville. Don't you have a junior high school dance to chaperone?
HOPE: That seems unnecessary.
MARCIA: So are your shoes.
HOPE: God, Marcia. Looking hot makes you MEAN.
MARCIA: Sorry. You just look...not as good as you COULD look. That's all. I just want you to look better. Like I do.
HOPE: Can we just do this so I can go home?
MARCIA: And fire your stylist?
HOPE: ENOUGH OUT OF YOU.
MARCIA: Sorry. I'm just drunk on my own awesome.
HOPE: I wish I were drunk, PERIOD.
