Ok, so I’m screwing it up. I don’t want to, I just wish that I knew what I could do to… Nigel? 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 I mean, I have no idea
why Miranda hired her. Me neither. The other day,
we were in the beauty department. She held up the Shu Uemura eyelash curler
and said, “What is this?” I mean, I just knew
from the moment I saw her- she was going to be
a complete and utter disast- Miranda Priestly’s office. No, actually she’s not available, but I’ll leave a word. Ok, thanks. Bye. How did- Are you wearing the Ch- The Channel boots? Yeah, I am. You look good. What? She does. Oh, shut up, Sue.