Yeah. You're doing great. I'm just gonna shake it up a bit, look for a different look, so, um, keep the jeans and lose the top. [Riley looks shocked at Ella]
[while shooting Riley] I want you to show me the side of you that wants to unchain herself from the classroom, from the fiancé and everything else that's stopping you from being the person you really want to be.
It's what I do. Until she's able to tap into who she really is, she should stick to the ABC's instead of selling out for a pair of jeans and a few thousand bucks.
Selling out? I'm sorry, weren't you the one who traded in the refugee camps for a 12-page spread in Vogue? Maybe Riley wasn't the only one posing out there today.
You know, Lor, gossip may be my bread and butter at work, but off duty, I can actually keep a secret. So if you want to talk, the odds are high I've been through the same thing that you're dealing with, at least once.
[to Jessie Roberts] No more putting any of that crap up your nose. Otherwise, you're going to have to power lunch with River Phoenix. [Jessie gives Ella a clueless look] "Who's River Phoenix?" Oh, God, kill me now.
[holding an envelope of cash she found in Lauren's wardrobe] I was just going to ask you the same thing, pretty woman. The late nights. The amazing wardrobe. The mystery men. How did I not figure this out sooner?
Prostitute? [Lauren yanks the envelope out of Ella's hand] You're right. I'm sorry. Having said that, if you help my client, maybe I can relieve you from some of your intern luncheons.
No, I didn't say a word about my ridiculous theories, and I won't bring them up again... to anyone, including you. But if you're ready to talk about it, I'm here, and if you're never ready to talk about it, I will still be here.
I wouldn't open with that. You know, Franz is white-hot right now that he's about to start rolling on the Bruckheimer blockbuster. So, I need you to convince him that he needs WPK.
[to Violet, after she deletes the video of the two of them having sex from her cell phone] And now we're done. Your days of milking me for money are over. Now, if even one single frame of that video shows up anywhere, I call Judge Davis and he throws your devious little ass in jail. Who says doctors don't make house calls anymore?
Jonah, hi, it's me, Ella. You actually think some horny director would ever faze me? I deal with guys like that all the time in my sleep. I think that you put your arm around me and pretended to be my beau because secretly it's what you wanted since the day that we met.
