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Miranda : No, I
just... It's just baffling to me. Why is it so
impossible to put together a decent run-through? You
people have had hours and hours to prepare. It's just so
confusing to me. Where are the advertisers?
Woman : Oh, we have some pieces from Banana Republic.
Miranda : No, we need more, don't we? Oh. This is...
This might be... What do you think of…
Nigel : Yeah. Well, you know me. Give me a full
ballerina skirt and a hint of saloon and I'm on board.
Miranda : Hmm. But do you think it's too much like...
Nigel : Like the Lacroix from July? I thought that,
but no, not with the right accessories. It should work.
Miranda : Where are the belts for this dre... Why is
no one ready?
Woman : Here. It's a tough call. They're so
different.
Miranda : Hmm. Something funny?
Andy : No. No, no, no. Nothing's... You know, it's
just that both those belts look exactly the same to me.
You know, I'm still learning about this stuff and, uh...
Miranda : This... stuff? Oh. Okay. I see. You think
this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet
and you select... I don't know... that lumpy blue
sweater, for instance because you're trying to tell the
world that you take yourself too seriously to care about
what you put on your back. But what you don't know is
that that sweater is not just blue. It's not turquoise.
It's not lapis. It's actually cerulean. And you're also
blithely unaware of the fact... that in 2002, Oscar de
la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I
think it was Yves Saint Laurent wasn't it... who showed
cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket
here.
Nigel : Mmm.
Miranda : And then cerulean quickly showed up in the
collections of eight different designers. And then it,
uh, filtered down through the department stores and then
trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where
you, no doubt, fished it
out of some clearance bin. However, that
blue represents millions of dollars and countless
jobs... and it's sort of comical how you think you've
made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry
when, in fact you're wearing a sweater that was selected
for you by the people in this room... from a pile of
stuff.
Andy : She hates me, Nigel.
Nigel : And that's my problem because... Oh, wait. No,
it's not my problem.
Andy : I don't know what else I can do because if I do
something right, it's unacknowledged. She doesn't even
say thank you. But if I do something wrong, she is
vicious.
Nigel : So quit.
Andy : What?
Nigel : Quit.
Andy : Quit?
Nigel : I can get another girl to take your job in
five minutes... one who really wants it.
Andy : No, I don't want to quit. That's not fair. But,
I, you know, I'm just saying that I would just like a
little credit... for the fact that I'm killing myself
trying.
Nigel : Andy, be serious. You are not trying. You are
whining. What is it that you want me to say to you, huh?
Do you want me to say, " Poor you. Miranda's
picking on you.
Poor you. Poor Andy"? Hmm? Wake up, six. She's just
doing her job. Don't you know that you are working at
the place that published some of the greatest artists of
the century? Halston, Lagerfeld, de la Renta. And what
they did, what they created was greater than art because
you live your life in
it. Well, not you, obviously, but some people. You think
this is just a magazine, hmm? This is not just a
magazine. This is a shining beacon of hope for... oh, I
don't know... let's say a young boy growing up in Rhode
Island with six brothers pretending to go to soccer
practice when he was really going to sewing class and
reading Runway under the covers at night with a
flashlight. You have no idea how many legends have
walked these halls. And what's worse, you don't care.
Because this place, where so many people would die to
work you only deign to work. And you want to know why
she doesn't kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold
star on your homework at the end of the day. Wake up,
sweetheart.
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