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《The Devil Wears Prada》----  (Part 3)

 

-Where are all the other dresses? -We have some right here.

 

-Stand, watch and listen. -And I think it can be very interesting…

 

No. No, I just… It's just baffling to me.

 

Why is it so impossible to put together a decent run-through?

 

You people have had hours and hours to prepare. It's just so confusing to me.

 

Where are the advertisers?

 

-We have some pieces from Banana Republic. -We need more, don't we?

 

-Oh. This is… This might be… What do you think of… -Yeah.

 

Well, you know me.

 

Give me a full ballerina skirt and a hint of saloon and I'm on board.

 

-But do you think it's too much like… -Like the Lacroix from July?

 

I thought that, but no, not with the right accessories. It should work.

 

Where are the belts for this dre… Why is no one ready?

 

Here. It's a tough call.

 

-They're so different. -[Miranda] Hmm.

 

[Snorts, Chuckles]

 

Something funny?

 

No. No, no. Nothing's…

 

You know, it's just that both those belts look exactly the same to me.

 

You know, I'm still learning about this stuff and, uh…

 

"This… stuff"?

 

Oh. Okay. I see.

 

You think this has nothing to do with you.

 

You go to your closet…

 

and you select… I don't know… that lumpy blue sweater, for instance…

 

because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously…

 

to care about what you put on your back.

 

But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue.

 

It's not turquoise. It's not lapis.

 

It's actually cerulean.

 

And you're also blithely unaware of the fact…

 

that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns.

 

And then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent… wasrt it…

 

who showed cerulean military jackets?

 

-I think we need a jacket here. -Mmm.

 

And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers.

 

And then it, uh, filtered down through the department stores…

 

and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner…

 

and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner…

 

where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin.

 

However, that blue represents millions of dollars…

 

and countless jobs…

 

and it's sort of comical how you think that you've made a choice…

 

that exempts you from the fashion industry…

 

when, in fact…

 

you're wearing a sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room…

 

from a pile of stuff.

 

So then I said, "No, I couldn't see the difference…

 

between the two absolutely identical belts'"…

 

and you should have seen the look she gave me!

 

I thought the flesh was gonna melt off her face.

 

-[Chuckles] -It's not funny.

 

She's not happy unless everyone around her is panicked, nauseous or suicidal.

 

And the Clackers just worship her.

 

-The who? -They call them Clackers.

 

The sound that their stilettos make in the marble lobby.

 

It's like, "Clack, clack, clack. Clack, clack."

 

[Groans] And they all act like they're curing cancer or something.

 

[Chuckling] The amount of time and energy…

 

that these people spend on these insignificant, minute details, and for what?

 

So that tomorrow they can spend another $300,000 reshooting something…

 

that was probably fine to begin with…

 

to sell people things they don't need!

 

God!

 

-I'm not even hungry anymore. -What?

 

-That is why those girls are so skinny. -Oh. No, no, no.

 

Give me that. There's, like, eight dollars ofJarlsberg in there.

 

[Sighs] You know what?

 

I just have to stick it out for a year. One year.

 

And then I can do what I came to New York to do.

 

But I can't let Miranda get to me. I won't.

 

Easy there, tiger.

 

-Oh, good morning, Miranda. -Get me Isaac.

 

I don't see my breakfast here. Are my eggs here? Where are my eggs?

 

Excuse me!

 

Pick up the Polaroids from the lingerie shoot.

 

Have the brakes checked on my car.

 

-[Truck Horn Honking] -[Gasps]

 

Where's that piece of paper I had in my hand yesterday morning?

 

The girls need new surfboards or boogie boards or something for spring break.

 

-Hello. -The twins also need flip-flops.

 

-Ow! -Oh, my gosh!

 

Pick up my shoes from Blahnik, and then go get Patricia.

 

-Who's that? -Good girl! Good girl! Good girl!

 

Get me that little table that I liked at that store on Madison.

 

Get us a reservation for dinner tonight at that place that got the good review.

 

-Get me Isaac. -Thirty-six thank-you notes delivered today.

 

-Where is everyone? -Why is no one working?

 

[Miranda's Voice Overlapping]

 

Get me Demarchelier.

 

I have Miranda Priestly calling for… Okay.

 

I have Patrick.

 

[Sighs] Thank God it's Friday, right?

 

At least Miranda will be in Miami, so we don't have to be on call this weekend.

 

You know, my dad's coming in from Ohio.

 

Yeah, we're gonna go out to dinner, maybe see Chicago.

 

You doing anything fun this weekend?

 

Yes.

 

[Piano]

 

[Andy] Yeah, Nate said it was great.

 

He actually… He applied here, but they wanted someone with more experience.

 

-Here. -Huh? What's this?

 

I don't want you to get behind on your rent.

 

-Dad, how did you… -It's…

 

I'm gonna kill Mom. [Chuckles]

 

Dad, thank you.

 

Mm-hmm.

 

-It's really good to see you. -You too, honey.

 

So, you want to start grilling me now…

 

or should we wait till after dinner?

 

I thought I'd let you at least enjoy the bread basket first.

 

No, no, no. It's okay. Go right ahead.

 

We're just a little worried, honey.

 

We get e-mails from you at your office at 2:00 a.m.

 

Your pay is terrible. You don't get to write anything.

 

Hey, that's not fair.

 

I wrote those e-mails.

 

I'm just trying to understand why someone who got accepted to Stanford Law…

 

turns it down to be a journalist, and now you're not even doing that.

 

Dad, you have to trust me.

 

Being Miranda's assistant opens a lot of doors.

 

Emily is going to Paris with Miranda in a few months…

 

and she's gonna meet editors and writers from every important magazine.

 

And in a year, that could be me.

 

-All right? -Mm-hmm.

 

Dad, I swear, this is my break.

 

-This is my… my chance. -[Cell Phone Ringing]

 

This is my boss.

 

-I'm sorry, Dad. I have to take this. -Take it. Take it.

 

-Hello. Miranda? -My flight has been canceled.

 

It's some absurd weather problem.

 

I need to get home tonight. The twins have a recital tomorrow morning at school.

 

-What? -At school!

 

-Absolutely. Let me see what I can do. -Good.

 

Hi. Um, I know this is totally last minute…

 

but I was hoping that you could maybe get a flight for my boss…

 

from Miami to New York tonight?

 

Uh…

 

-[Dad] It's right here. Thank you. -[Andy] Yeah, any kind ofjet.

 

-From Miami to New York. -Thank you.

 

-Yup, I need it tonight. I need it… -Ow!

 

-I thought you were going out the other… -Sweetie! No.

 

-It's over here, honey. -Tonight.

 

Hi. I'm trying to get a flight tonight… for tonight… from Miami to New York.

 

Yes, I know there's a hurricane.

 

Nothing is flying out?What do you mean, nothing is flying out?

 

It's for Miranda Priestly, and I know that she's a client of yours.

 

Yes. Yes, hi. I need a jet tonight from Miami to New York.

 

Yeah. Sorry. Hold on. Hello? Miranda, hi.

 

I'm trying to get you a flight, but no one is flying out because of the weather.

 

Please. It's just… I don't know… drizzling.

 

-[Thunderclap] -Someone must be getting out.

 

Call Donatella. Get her jet.

 

Call everybody else that we know that has a jet. Irv?

 

Call every… This is your responsibi… This is yourjob.

 

Get me home.

 

Oh, my God! She's going to murder me.

 

What does she want you to do, call the National Guard and have her airlifted out of there?

 

Of course not. Could I do that?

 

Come on.

 

Come on.

 

The girls' recital was absolutely wonderful.

 

They played Rachmaninoff. Everyone loved it.

 

Everyone except me…

 

because, sadly, I was not there.

 

Miranda, I'm so sorry.

 

Do you know why I hired you?

 

I always hire the same girl…

 

stylish, slender, of course…

 

worships the magazine.

 

But so often, they turn out to be…

 

I don't know… disappointing and, um…

 

stupid.

 

So you, with that impressive resume…

 

and the big speech about your so-called work ethic…

 

I, um… I thought you would be different.

 

I said to myself, go ahead.

 

Take a chance.

 

Hire the smart, fat girl.

 

[Clears Throat] I had hope.

 

My God. I live on it.

 

Anyway, you ended up disappointing me more than, um…

 

more than any of the other silly girls.

 

Um, I really did everything I could think of.

 

-Uh… -That's all.

 

Excuse me! Where do you think you're going?

 

She hates me, Nigel.

 

And that's my problem because…

 

Oh, wait. No, it's not my problem.

 

I don't know what else I can do because if I do something right, it's unacknowledged.

 

She doesn't even say thank you.

 

But if I do something wrong, she is vicious.

 

-So quit. -What?

 

-Quit. -Quit?

 

I can get another girl to take your job in five minutes… one who really wants it.

 

No, I don't want to quit. That's not fair.

 

But, you know, I'm just saying that I would just like a little credit…

 

for the fact that I'm killing myself trying.

 

Andy, be serious.

 

You are not trying.

 

-You are whining. -L…

 

What is it that you want me to say to you, huh?

 

Do you want me to say, " Poor you. Miranda's picking on you. Poor you. Poor Andy"?

 

Hmm? Wake up, six.

 

She's just doing herjob.

 

Don't you know that you are working at the place…

 

that published some of the greatest artists of the century?

 

Halston, Lagerfeld, de la Renta.  

And what they did, what they created…  

was greater than art because you live your life in it.  

Well, not you, obviously, but some people.

 

You think this is just a magazine, hmm?

 

This is not just a magazine.

 

This is a shining beacon of hope for…

 

oh, I don't know…

 

let's say a young boy growing up in Rhode Island with six brothers…

 

pretending to go to soccer practice when he was really going to sewing class…

 

and reading Runway under the covers at night with a flashlight.

 

You have no idea how many legends have walked these halls.

 

And what's worse, you don't care.

 

Because this place, where so many people would die to work…

 

you only deign to work.

 

And you want to know why she doesn't kiss you on the forehead…

 

and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day.

 

Wake up, sweetheart.

 

[Sighs]

 

-Okay. So I'm screwing it up. -Mmm.

 

I don't want to.

 

I just wish that I knew what I could do to…

 

-[Sighs] Nigel? -Hmm?

 

Nigel, Nigel.

 

No.

 

I don't know what you expect me to do.

 

There's nothing in this whole closet that'll fit a size six.

 

I can guarantee you.

 

These are all sample sizes… two and four.

 

-All right. We're doing this for you. And… -A poncho?

 

You'll take what I give you and you'll like it.

 

-We're doing this Dolce for you. -Hmm!

 

And shoes.

 

-Jimmy Choo's. -Hmm.

 

-Manolo Blahnik. -Wow.

 

Nancy Gonzalez. Love that.

 

Okay, Narciso Rodriguez. This we love.

 

-Uh, it might fit. It might. -What?

 

Okay. Now, Chanel. You're in desperate need of Chanel. Darling, shall we?

 

We have to get to the beauty department, and God knows how long that's going to take.

 

[Groans]