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13, 2009 Transcript Diane: Thank you. Alexis: Oh, good, I thought you got hung up in court. Diane: And Miss Cartullo's trunk show, my favorite shoe designer? For this -- let me have it. Let me have it. For this I would argue in front of the Supreme Court. Alexis: I paid two legal aides to stand in line for us because I wanted to avoid that angry mob as long as possible. Diane: Brilliant. Did you see these gorgeous gladiator sandals? Alexis: They're very you. Listen, keep your eyes off of these, the acid green open-toed sling-backs. Diane: Acid green? Let me think about. Okay, I wouldn't be caught dead in them. Alexis: Speaking of which, I got your request for that plea bargain for Tommy Stiles. Diane: Two years with time served. Oh, I love these snakeskin ankle boots. Alexis: In red? Diane: Blood red. Alexis: You know what? He's not getting off this time with a slap on the wrist, because he's a multiple offender. Diane: Alexis, you are not going to get under Sonny's skin by throwing a book at one of his minor employees. All right now, these would look brilliant with your Neela Lorente pinstripe suit. Alexis: You are so non-linear with shoes. It's just funny. It's -- Diane: Which is why you should never go shoe shopping without me. We will revisit Mr. Stiles at another time. Alexis: Let me see if I got my credit card. Max: Good morning, Ms. Davis. Alexis: Oh, God. Max: Ms. Miller. Diane: Max. Max: Your office told me I could find you here. Alexis: Hi, Max. We're going to a boutique. There's a sale -- Max: I happen to be off duty right now, and I have my hotel passkey. Did I mention you look bodacious this morning? Diane: Bodacious. Okay, oops, I just remembered I have a phone call to make. So I'm sure you can handle this without me. Alexis: I gave up two meetings for this. Don't you dare. Diane: You'll be fine. I'll be back in 10, 30 -- 45 minutes. Alexis: Slut. [Max groans] Diane: Oh, Max. I love your spontaneity. Help me up. Help me up, help me up. Oh, God. It never ceases to amaze me how a man as hunky as you is so elastic. Max: Get over here. You haven't seen anything yet. [Diane laughs] Diane: I have seen everything, multiple times. But there are sandals downstairs with my name on them. Max: You choose shoes over me? Diane: They remind me of you, my personal gladiator of love. Oh, no, my blouse! Oh, God, what am I going to do? Max: Sorry about that. Diane: Don't you dare be sorry, you animal, you. Besides, it's only off the rack. But still, I'm trapped. Max: Mm. [Phone rings] Alexis: Hello. Diane: Where are you? Alexis: Downstairs in the lobby. Diane: Okay, I need you to go back in the boutique and buy me something to wear. My blouse is now kind of useless, and I'm stranded in the room. Did I miss anything? Alexis: Everything. Diane: The gladiator sandals? Alexis: Gone. Whole trunk show -- over. I did pick up a little something for you, though. It's a leopard print thing, sheer down to the navel. I thought you could wear it in court. Diane: Ha ha ha, very funny. Look, Alexis, just go -- go back in and pick me up a little black dress and we'll call it even. Alexis: Girls who get distracted don't get to be picky. What room are you in? [Diane laughs] Alexis: Whatever. Alexis: Hi, Christine. Shoes -- you know what I'm saying? Guard them with your life. Alexis: Did she say 423 or 4 -- [Laughter] Alexis: Yeah, you two keep yukking it up while I'm downstairs wrestling a Woman to the ground for your blouse –
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