Listen, darling. It's not you. You were divine. They decided to go in another direction, is all. You're fabulous and I'm gonna find the perfect vehicle to show you off.
[to pool boy: Timmy! Get me some wheatgrass and a hand towel, honey! And shake that tail feather!]
Where were we? Right. You're a doll. Let's do lunch. Maybe next week. Call me.
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