Edina: [Edina had an overdose of parralox and cannot speak coherently, nor move her facial muscles, so she seems spastic] Dududu... bbblll... ggggllll... bllllggugguuuu...!
Labour Party Man: [shocked] Oh my god! What's the matter with her?
Edina: Gggglll... doodoo... ggggllll... Oooo... gggggg!
Saffron: She always does this!
[smacks her, revolted]
Saffron: She does it for attention!
Edina: No Twiggy, we want to go with you for this. We could've gotten Kylie, but we know you have more class. You don't need to parade around with a pair of gold lame hot pants wedged up your chocolate starfish to make an impression.
Saffron: What's happened to your face?
Edina: Darling, she's just had a bit of the botox.
Patsy: No, it's not botox. It's "parralox."
Saffron: You look like a zombie.
Edina: She still has emotions, you know. She just doesn't have to pay for them in wrinkles.
Patsy: I'm happy about that, can't you tell?
Patsy: Money well spent.