Memorable Dialogue Du Fete:
JM: “Oh I never eat foie gras, it tastes of sin and ill-repute. Plus it looks like goose poo, molded into a crescent moon.”
SS: “Boys in black ties, under purple neon, give me better posture. Do you think I have good posture? I always loved the ballet. ”
RB: “Champagne brings out the devil in me, it’s like blowing a conch shell for the pitchfork-wielding minions within, [SWIPES HAND, FLINGS GLASS, SHARDS FLY INTO STOCKINGS]. See?”
MR: “When do we start bending spoons?
TH: “I swear to god there were Aliens. Aliens in this way where, you couldn’t see them, but god they were there. They were! I’ll never forget it, went home and ate this massive meatloaf sandwich after, it was all so hard to handle, I’m a stress eater you see.”
KA: “He’s making me breathless, just blushing like a fiend, who is he? Is he young enough to be my son or is that just the blue light? Where is my husband.”
CE: “Bless us, hurry before it’s too late and we float into champagne oblivion. ”
HC: “She fell over! Someone help her! [COLLAPSING UNDER THE WEIGHT OF SMEARED EYELINER AND TORN BALLGOWN]”