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I use my own polish.

I mix my own colors. I have a gift.

The luncheon's in Connecticut. That's a whole other state. I put Jungle Red on her. I'll never forget it.

Next thing, Saks is calling me saying Madonna's raving about my manicure.

And do I want a job. So you wanna try my Jungle Red? Hmm. Not bad. I put this on one of the girls behind the perfume counter. She just moved to town, bang, she's having an affair with a married man. Who isn't? If you can't speed this up, I'm gonna have to come back. What's your Wednesday like? Oh, I'll check. The married-man thing is tricky, isn't it? Especially when the guy's well-known. He's some big hoo-hah on Wall Street. I can never remember that guy's name. Everybody knows him. Wednesday, Wednesday. Haines. That's it, something Haines. It wouldn't, by any chance, be Stephen Haines, would it? Uh, yeah, that's it.

Wednesday, 11 or 2?

You know, Wednesday isn't good. I think I'd better get this taken care of now. Oh, great, okay. So you're telling me that Stephen Haines is having an affair with a salesgirl?

You know who I'm talking about. I don't know anything.

What do you think that's all about? If you ever saw Crystal Allen, you wouldn't have to ask. Yes, buzz, buzz, I hear you. I swear to God, it scares me to come here. I'll be a few minutes. I parked on 78th Street in front of a vacuum-cleaner store. Don't let me forget. Why would you forget? I just heard something, Edie.

I'll have Molly call you.

It was very disturbing. I don't know, I almost rear-ended somebody on the way here. April, give Mommy her hat. May, teach June how to braid her hair like Mommy taught you. And, hello, don't we say hi to Aunt Sylvie?

Hi, kids. No way. I don't want to. They love you, they love you. She scares me. Dora, I'm getting ready to leave. I have a splitting headache. You have aspirin? Sylvie, what did you hear? Where is my purse? Come here, June. Wait, what's that supposed to be? Oh, I'm painting now.

Just give me three more issues, okay?

Painting? Wait, what about the pottery thing?

Weren't you taking some puppet-making class? Let me tell you something. Weird crowd of people, the puppet people. I'd go insane living here. I don't know how Alan does it. Oh, Alan moved out. Whoa, what? Oh, it's okay. He's down in a studio on the eighth floor. I thought he could use a little space.