Come on, Jake.|- Slow down!
Hurry up, Jake!|- Melanie!
Wow, did you see that?
Well, answer the question!|- No!
No, you won't answer,|or no, you won't marry me?
Jake Perry, I'm 10 years old.|I got too much to live for.
Not that way, you dolt!|Come on!
It's hot. Don't touch it.|We'll be safe here.
Says who?|- Everybody.
Why would you want to|marry me for anyhow?
So I can kiss you|any time I want.
I need more coffee, guys.
I'm gonna switch...|It's a warning!
Oh, my God.
You know, that accent of yours...
is a whole lot thicker|when you're dreaming.
All right, how come|y'all let me sleep?
Oh, calm down.|It was 5 minutes.
What did I say?
Oh, did they kill Badgley Mishka!
Not us... you.|I just make the coffee.
I'll see you at the show.
God, you must be exhausted.
Listen, knock 'em dead.|I'll see you at the show.
It's gonna be great.
I love you.
I can't wait to see you.|Goodbye.
Okay, people,|we are officially late!
This top is supposed|to be neon aubergine,...
but it's all wrong!|It's all wrong!
Okay, don't panic.|That's my job.
Um... okay.|Put her on after Anoke.
Pan, uh, the reason it's all|wrong is it's on backwards.
Ooh, Miss Vixen, I'm scared of you.
Frederick, what are you doing|here? You're the competition.
Competition? Please! Our|design's for plumes and pearls,...
Oh, I love this. Stella|McCartney's gonna kill herself.
Baby doll, you're|gonna be just fine.
Seven years ago, you were this|debutante off the plantation,...
and now you're my steel magnolia|with her very own show.
Okay, get out of here|before you make me cry.
Big smile!|Great! Thank you!
Good to see you.
Secretary Hennings, do you have|a moment for a few questions?
Andrew, are you excited|about the show?
Uh, of course,|I'm very excited.
Did you get to see the models?|- The models? Why, uh...
Please tell me|he has a flaw somewhere.
He asked me to go to|Ireland for Christmas.
He's gonna ask you|a lot more than that.
You think so?
Hey, let's go!|- Let's do this!
All right, we gotta go.|- Places, everyone!
Come on, let's go, line up.|- Have a good show.
Okay, no smiles,|no smiles, just smirks!
You're amazing.|Those flowers were insane.
Oh, well, I just want|this day to be perfect.
Oh, God, honey,|what if they hate me?
Oh, they're critics, Mel.|They hate themselves.
That's easy for you to say.
No, you weren't, and that|is what I love about you.
Ah, honey, I'm sorry, I got|a meeting in the Bronx.
But you go and enjoy, and|I'll see you later. Okay?
Right, the thing...|with your mother.
I'm afraid so.
I am so proud of you.
Okay?|- I love you.
I love you, too.|Congratulations.
His meeting's running|a little late.
He told me to take you inside|so you wouldn't have to wait.
Where are we?
I'm so tired, Jimmy.
I've just had it.
Well... he shouldn't be|too long.
Miss Carmichael,|won't you come in?
So... have you made a decision?|- About what?
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