(..) for all the papers I sell for him. Anyway, I don't- I don't really care what anybody writes about me. But my- my girls, I just- It's just so unfair to the girls. It's just... another disappointment... another letdown, another father... figure- gone. (..)

(..) I saw it. And you know what really just kills me about this whole thing... is the clothes that you're gonna get. I mean, you don't deserve them. You eat carbs, for Christ's sake. God, it's so unfair! - Emily. - Just go. - Emily, I- - I said go! - You are going to Paris (..)