SPIRIT FINGERS: “I Am Not A Plastic Bag.”
MANOLO: “Express…” straight to Kirstie Alley Junction.
PLUMCAKE: Is it bad that when I first saw this I thought “damn, I think I forgot to put the tarp over the firewood?”
SPIRIT FINGERS: Guys, I don’t know if we should be doing this. Can we really judge a celebrity if we haven’t walked a mile in their sandals with their personal assistant by our side to carry all the shopping?
PLUMCAKE: It’s like a math problem. If xylophonic actress “A” has a drag coefficient area of Cd x YFt^2 when Y=rillyrillybig, how many big-boned residents of Boca have to sacrifice their lucky bingo schmattas?
MANOLO: Thank Heavens for that camisole.
PLUMCAKE: Thank Heavens that her flip flops have those little suckers on the bottom. Girlfriend would be at 30,000 feet over Van Nuys right now.
SPIRIT FINGERS: Maybe her car broke down again and she had to parachute into town for some provisions. Damn Toyota Priuses!
PLUMCAKE: No kidding, but she’ll get hers. Those Macy’s handlers are going to be pissed when they discover she’s run away.
MANOLO: Shelly Winter’s wardrobe! Helen Thomas’s hair color!
SPIRIT FINGERS: In the words of the immortal Karen Walker – “Grace, honey, that thing hurts like a hangover.”