| triciclofeliz ( @ 2005-03-11 12:22:00 |
Lacroix, sweetie*, Lacroix !


*wothini, os dvds parecem hamsters em loop numa roleta!! 'brigada :´)
[Explaining why she never did exercise]
Edina Monsoon: In the sixties, we were too stoned to jog; in the seventies, we had platform shoes, and in the eighties...
Justin: Brain cells were destroyed in the sixties. See, she can't remember. The age of the punk.
Edina Monsoon: Yes, punk darling, we were too busy sticking pins through our noses.
Saffron Monsoon: But you were too old to be a punk.
Edina Monsoon: Darling, I was a punk.
Saffron Monsoon: I know.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Patsy Stone: Take a holiday, darling. South of France.
Magda: I don't do holidays. Everybody's a nobody in a bikini.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: Mother, are you still on the computer?
Gran: Yes, dear. Sometimes you get into a porn loop and just can't get out.


Edina Monsoon: I'd just once like to take my clothes off and not be marked by them...
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: [looks in mirror] Eugh... I am a little Germaine Greer-ish aren't I, sweetie?
Saffron Monsoon: I think she's great!
Edina Monsoon: Oh, darling, she was ONCE cool, but Mr. Gravity's been VERY unkind to that woman!
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Patsy Stone: The last mosquito that bit me had to book into the Betty Ford Clinic.


Edina Monsoon: Sweetie what are you drinking?
Patsy Stone: Oh this? Chanel No. 5.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Patsy Stone: I can get you a man.
Edina Monsoon: Well, how?
Patsy Stone: Pay.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Patsy Stone: When you were two years old, we tied you to the central reservation of a motorway!
Edina Monsoon: But you were like a homing pidgeon sweetie....back within a week!


Saffron Monsoon: You never took me on holiday!
Edina Monsoon: I did!
Saffron Monsoon: Then where are the photos, where are any photos of me?
Edina Monsoon: We didn't have cameras in those days.
Patsy Stone: Eddy, we took her to the park!
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: LOCAL Anaesthetic?! LOCAL Anaesthetic?!? What is this - Eastern Europe?! I want total sensory deprivation and BACK-up drugs!!
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: Get a haircut and a boiler suit so I don't have to keep explaining you to my friends!


Edina Monsoon: What you two don't seem to realize is that inside of me, inside of me, there is a thin person just screaming to get out.
Gran: Just the one, dear?
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: Harpers, Tack Club, English Vogue, American Vogue, French Vogue, bloody Aby-bloody-ssinian bloody Vogue, darling.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: [drunkenly] I don't know why it went wrong with Justin. I mean, you know, cause we did just adore each other, you know.
Patsy Stone: He's gay.


Patsy Stone: You've been a fantastic mother. You've let them ruin your figure. Your stomach is stretched beyond recognition, you've got tits down to your knees and what for, for God's sake?
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: Had two husbands, one was too short one was gay. Still sweetie if you want to know how to peck a dwarf on the cheek as he's walking out of the house to the disco in your dress , then I'm your girl.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: How can I be happy with this great bulk hanging off of this skeleton? I CAN'T.


Patsy Stone: Easy going sex with gorgeous, underage youths...
Edina Monsoon: Yeaaah.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
[to daughter Saffron]
Edina Monsoon: With any luck we'd get Roman Polanski interested in you.
Patsy Stone: She was never young enough for him.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: I should only be eating organic food. Food with the dirt still on it, darling... Throw out all the food in this fridge. It's revolting. I should just be eating green and white holistic food, shouldn't I sweetie?


Saffron Monsoon: What's happened to your face?
Edina Monsoon: Darling, she's just had a bit of the botox.
Patsy Stone: No, it's not botox. It's "paralox."
Saffron Monsoon: You look like a zombie.
Edina Monsoon: She still has emotions, you know. She just doesn't have to pay for them in wrinkles.
Patsy Stone: I'm happy about that, can't you tell?
Edina Monsoon: No.
Patsy Stone: Money well spent.


Edina Monsoon: Oh, God. Why am I so FAT?
Saffron Monsoon: You're not SO fat.
Edina Monsoon: I AM. Why.
Saffron Monsoon: Well, for start, you eat too much, you drink too much and you take no excercise.
Edina Monsoon: Darling, darling. Please. It's far more likely to be an allergy to something, you know... You know, sort of a build-up of toxins or something. Or hormone imbalance, isn't it? Also, sweetie, did you know I've got a heavy aura? Did you KNOW that? That's why animals love me, darling.
Saffron Monsoon: They just see you as something to hibernate in.




*wothini, os dvds parecem hamsters em loop numa roleta!! 'brigada :´)
[Explaining why she never did exercise]
Edina Monsoon: In the sixties, we were too stoned to jog; in the seventies, we had platform shoes, and in the eighties...
Justin: Brain cells were destroyed in the sixties. See, she can't remember. The age of the punk.
Edina Monsoon: Yes, punk darling, we were too busy sticking pins through our noses.
Saffron Monsoon: But you were too old to be a punk.
Edina Monsoon: Darling, I was a punk.
Saffron Monsoon: I know.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Patsy Stone: Take a holiday, darling. South of France.
Magda: I don't do holidays. Everybody's a nobody in a bikini.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: Mother, are you still on the computer?
Gran: Yes, dear. Sometimes you get into a porn loop and just can't get out.


Edina Monsoon: I'd just once like to take my clothes off and not be marked by them...
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: [looks in mirror] Eugh... I am a little Germaine Greer-ish aren't I, sweetie?
Saffron Monsoon: I think she's great!
Edina Monsoon: Oh, darling, she was ONCE cool, but Mr. Gravity's been VERY unkind to that woman!
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Patsy Stone: The last mosquito that bit me had to book into the Betty Ford Clinic.


Edina Monsoon: Sweetie what are you drinking?
Patsy Stone: Oh this? Chanel No. 5.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Patsy Stone: I can get you a man.
Edina Monsoon: Well, how?
Patsy Stone: Pay.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Patsy Stone: When you were two years old, we tied you to the central reservation of a motorway!
Edina Monsoon: But you were like a homing pidgeon sweetie....back within a week!


Saffron Monsoon: You never took me on holiday!
Edina Monsoon: I did!
Saffron Monsoon: Then where are the photos, where are any photos of me?
Edina Monsoon: We didn't have cameras in those days.
Patsy Stone: Eddy, we took her to the park!
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: LOCAL Anaesthetic?! LOCAL Anaesthetic?!? What is this - Eastern Europe?! I want total sensory deprivation and BACK-up drugs!!
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: Get a haircut and a boiler suit so I don't have to keep explaining you to my friends!


Edina Monsoon: What you two don't seem to realize is that inside of me, inside of me, there is a thin person just screaming to get out.
Gran: Just the one, dear?
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: Harpers, Tack Club, English Vogue, American Vogue, French Vogue, bloody Aby-bloody-ssinian bloody Vogue, darling.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: [drunkenly] I don't know why it went wrong with Justin. I mean, you know, cause we did just adore each other, you know.
Patsy Stone: He's gay.


Patsy Stone: You've been a fantastic mother. You've let them ruin your figure. Your stomach is stretched beyond recognition, you've got tits down to your knees and what for, for God's sake?
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: Had two husbands, one was too short one was gay. Still sweetie if you want to know how to peck a dwarf on the cheek as he's walking out of the house to the disco in your dress , then I'm your girl.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: How can I be happy with this great bulk hanging off of this skeleton? I CAN'T.


Patsy Stone: Easy going sex with gorgeous, underage youths...
Edina Monsoon: Yeaaah.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
[to daughter Saffron]
Edina Monsoon: With any luck we'd get Roman Polanski interested in you.
Patsy Stone: She was never young enough for him.
… . .. . . . .. . .. … . .. . .. . . . . . .. . . .. .... .. . ...
Edina Monsoon: I should only be eating organic food. Food with the dirt still on it, darling... Throw out all the food in this fridge. It's revolting. I should just be eating green and white holistic food, shouldn't I sweetie?


Saffron Monsoon: What's happened to your face?
Edina Monsoon: Darling, she's just had a bit of the botox.
Patsy Stone: No, it's not botox. It's "paralox."
Saffron Monsoon: You look like a zombie.
Edina Monsoon: She still has emotions, you know. She just doesn't have to pay for them in wrinkles.
Patsy Stone: I'm happy about that, can't you tell?
Edina Monsoon: No.
Patsy Stone: Money well spent.


Edina Monsoon: Oh, God. Why am I so FAT?
Saffron Monsoon: You're not SO fat.
Edina Monsoon: I AM. Why.
Saffron Monsoon: Well, for start, you eat too much, you drink too much and you take no excercise.
Edina Monsoon: Darling, darling. Please. It's far more likely to be an allergy to something, you know... You know, sort of a build-up of toxins or something. Or hormone imbalance, isn't it? Also, sweetie, did you know I've got a heavy aura? Did you KNOW that? That's why animals love me, darling.
Saffron Monsoon: They just see you as something to hibernate in.

