Hi. I'm sorry. I know that we were supposed to look at costumes today. I've just been totally turned around dealing with... fashion femme fatale thwarts killer! The press. Can't they just go back to stalking Britney or something?
Oh, come on. "Hot clothing designer tracks down attacker and exacts revenge." If you're not gonna sell me the movie rights, you should at least ame the tabloid.
Brooke, you were attacked by a guy in a mask. Even if you had reported it, the chances of the police finding him were slim to none. It's not your fault.
All right, let's see what you got. Sketches of costumes for business meeting, check. Slightly moody lighting in case I have totally lost my mojo and this is actually a date, check. Okay. Beer says "Come on in, get comfortable, let's talk business." “Wine says do me." Hard liquor it is okay.
Okay, right. Yeah, well, let's just make sure we're paying the minimums, 'cause the last thing we need is the union on our ass. Uh, were you just on your way out? We were meeting tonight, right?
So, we have home- and away-game ravens jerseys, and for the popular kids, if you want to keep it realistic, cheerleading uniforms, lettermen jackets, and a lot of jeans.
No, perennially disappointed father. I took my mom's last name so I could make it on my own, but time and again, I go back to my dad for help. And time and again, he makes me feel like a failure. But one of these days.