September 25, 2007
ROBERTO CAVALLI: Aiiiii, it's you, Blond Person! That party girl! Lindsay!
TARA: No, ha ha, no, you're... no.
ROBERTO: Your denials entice me. Are you the pregnant one?
TARA: Um, I... Nicole Richie? No. It's...
CAVALLI: ARE YOU SURE? We are touching. I must know. Fetuses are so hot right now!
TARA: Yeah, I think so. I mean, yes. I'm not Nicole Richie.
CAVALLI: I can see it: Fetus hats, RESPLENDENT in my fall 2008 collection. Vests made of diapers. God, it's divine. WHERE is my moisturizer?
TARA: It's Tara Reid, Roberto. I was -- shit, I AM -- an actress. Are you listening? Dammit, I was sure this would work.
CAVALLI: Do not swear at me, stage jockey, or I'll be compelled to wonder if I should take my sunglasses off and shift away from your earlobe.
TARA: Listen, it doesn't matter, I just really love you and I'm happy to be here, and it's amazing that you're allowing yourself to be seen...
CAVALLI: And you're not pregnant? It's just a really bad dress?
TARA: I guess so, yeah, it's...
CAVALLI: Then it is time, Anonymous Blonde.
TARA: Time for what?
CAVALLI: SMOKE IT.
TARA: I'm not sure what you...
TARA: OW! I... ca... heeee...
CAVALLI: YES, be sullied! Smoke it like a forest fire that only YOU can prevent! You really should have worn a bra.
TARA: I never thought I'd say this, but can I stop now? We're being watched.
CAVALLI: It's what you wanted, pet strumpet. Stop whining. I'll send you a pair of embryo pumps from next season.