I don't understand why it's so difficult to confirm an appointment.

Details of your incompetence do not interest me. Tell Simone I'm not going to approve that girl that she sent me for the Brazilian layout. I asked for clean, athletic, smiling. She sent me dirty, tired and paunchy. And R.S.V.P. Yes to the Michael Kors party. I want the driver to drop me off at 9:30 and pick me up at 9:45 sharp. 

Call Natalie at Glorious Foods, tell her no for the 40th time. No, I don't want dacquoise. I want tortes filled with warm rhubarb compote. Then call my ex-husband and remind him the parent-teacher conference is at Dalton tonight. Then call my husband, ask him to meet me for dinner at that place I went to with Massimo. Tell Richard I saw the pictures that he sent for that feature on the female paratroopers and they're all so deeply unattractive. 
Is it impossible to find a lovely, slender female paratrooper?

Am I reaching for the stars here? 

Not really. Also, I need to see all the things that Nigel has pulled for Gwyneth's second cover try. I wonder if she's lost any of that weight yet. Who's that?

Clearly I'm going to have to do that myself because the last two you sent me were completely inadequate. So send her in. That's all.

Who are you? 

And what are you doing here? 

So you don't read Runway. 

And before today, you had never heard of me. 

And you have no style or sense of fashion. 

No, no. That wasn't a question. That's all.

Is there some reason that my coffee isn't here? Has she died or something? 

Emily. Emily?​

We just cut on the bias. That's not what I asked you. I couldn't have been clearer. There you are, Emily. How many times do I have to scream your name? 

I need 10 or 15 skirts from Calvin Klein.

Please bore someone else with your questions. And make sure we have Pier 59 at 8:00 a.m. tomorrow. Remind Jocelyn I need to see a few of those satchels that Marc is doing in the pony. And then tell Simone I'll take Jackie if Maggie isn't available. Did Demarchelier confirm? 

Demarchelier. Did he...Get him on the phone.

And, Emily? That's all. 
It's just the cavalier disregard for clear directions...Do you have Demarchelier?

Do you have...

No. And I've seen all this before. Where are all the other dresses? 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 need more, don't we? Oh. This is...This might be... What do you think of...

But do you think it's too much like... 

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

Hmm. 

Something funny? 

"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,­ wasn't it?­ Who showed cerulean military jackets. I think we need a jacket here. 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 where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearancebin. 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. 

Get me Isaac. I don't see my breakfast here. Are my eggs here? Where are my eggs? Pick up the Polaroids from the lingerie shoot. Have the brakes checked on my car. Where's that piece of paper I had in my hand yesterday morning? Pick up my shoes from Blahnik, and then go get Patricia. 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] 

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. At school! Good. 

Please. It's just...I don't know...drizzling. 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 your job. Get me home.

The girls' recital was absolutely wonderful. They played Rachmaninoff. Everyone loved it. Everyone except me because, sadly, I was not there. 

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 stupid. So you, with that impressive resume and the big speech about your so-called work ethic, I thought you would be different. I said to myself, go ahead. Hire the smart, fat girl. I had hope. My God. I live on it. Anyway, you ended up disappointing me more than more than any of the other silly girls. That's all. 

The gowns are fabulous. Mm-hmm. We're gonna use the burgundy...Gotta find...

Emily? Call James Holt's office. Tell them I want to move the preview up to today at 12:30. Tell everybody else. Be ready to leave in half an hour. 

Hello, James.

I just don't understand. I'm appalled. It's absurd. Appalled. You deal with it. 

Call my husband and confirm dinner.

And I'll need a change of clothes. 

Fine. And, Andrea, I would like you to deliver the Book to my home tonight. Have Emily give you the key.

What did you expect me to do, walk out in the middle of a cover shoot? 

I told you the cell phones didn't work. Nobody could get a signal out.

Andrea? I need the new Harry Potter book for the twins.

Did you fall down and smack your little head on the pavement? 

We have all the published Harry Potter books. The twins want to know what happens next.

We know everyone in publishing. It shouldn't be a problem, should it? And you can do anything, right? 

Yes, Bobbsey. I know, baby. Mommy's working very hard to get it for you. 

My girls are leaving on the train for their grandmother's at 4:00 so the book better be here no later than 3:00. And I would like my steak here in 15 minutes.

Coat, bag. 

What's that? Oh, I don't want that. I'm having lunch with Irv. I'll be back at 3:00. I'd like my Starbucks waiting. Oh, and if you don't have that Harry Potter book by then don't even bother coming back.

One copy. What are my twins gonna do with that? Share?

Well, where are these fabulous copies?I don't see them anywhere. 

Mm-mmm. That's all. 

No. All right, February, back of the issue. Did anybody speak with Salma's people yet?

No. Also, I'm pulling the Toobin piece on the Supreme Court women...woman. And I need to see a new draft on that piece about shopping for a plastic surgeon. It's dull. And this layout for the winter wonderland spread. Not wonderful yet. 

What about Testino?Where are we on that? Thank God somebody came to work today. 

What about accessories for April? No. We did that two years ago. What else?

Florals? For spring? Groundbreaking.

No. No.

Does anybody else have anything I can possibly use? Antibacterial wipes perhaps? 

Before the benefit tonight, I need to make sure that you're both fully prepped on the guest list.

Only when the first assistant hasn't decided to become an incubus of viral plague. You'll come and help Emily. That's all.

John, thanks for coming. 

You brought Jacqueline. Quelle surprise. Oh, wonderful. We're so happy you were able to come to our little gathering. Well, we're so grateful that you do.

Have you gotten my note? Yes, I agree. No business tonight. Enjoy.

Rebecca. Ambassador. Oh, you're very kind. 

Andrea? Do you have the Book? Mm. Paris is the most important week of my entire year. I need the best possible team with me. That no longer includes Emily.

If you don't go, I'll assume you're not serious about your future at Runway or any other publication. The decisions yours. That's all.

Andrea, don't forget to tell Emily. Do it now. 

Maestro. Mmm. Absolutely. I think it's the best in years. I'm very happy for you. This is my new Emily. 

Oh, there you are. We need to go over the seating, uh, chart for the luncheon. 

By all means, move at a glacial pace. You know how that thrills me.

Okay. So first of all, we need to move Snoop Dogg to my table. 

Stephen isn't coming. 

Well, if you speak to him and he decides to rethink the divorce then, yes, fetch away. You're very fetching, so go fetch. And then when we get back to New York, we need to contact Leslie to see what she can do to minimize the press on all this. Another divorce splashed across Page six. I can just imagine what they're gonna write about me. The Dragon Lady, career-obsessed. Snow Queen drives away another Mr. Priestly. Rupert Murdoch should cut me a check 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. Anyway, the point is...the point is...The point is we really need to figure out where to place Donatella because she's barely speaking to anyone.

Don't be ridiculous. Why would we do that? 

Your job. That's all.

Hallo. Excuse me?

Have you completely lost your mind? Do not disturb me again.

Do I smell freesias? If I see freesias anywhere I will be very disappointed. 

Thank you, my dear friend. Bonjour. Thank you very much for coming today to help celebrate our dear friend, James Holt. But before I talk to you about James and his many accomplishments I would like first to share some news with you. As many of you know recently Massimo Corteleoni has agreed to finance the expansion of the James Holt label transforming the work of this visionary artist into a global brand, which is really an exciting enterprise. Runway and James Holt share many things in common chief among them, a commitment to excellence. And so, it should come as no surprise that when the time came for James to choose the new president of James Holt International he chose from within the Runway family. And it's my great happiness today to announce to you all that that person is my friend and longtime esteemed colleague, Jacqueline Follet. And now to the main event, our celebration of James Holt. We at Runway are very proud to have been...

You thought I didn't know. I've known what was happening for quite some time. It just took me a little while to find a suitable alternative for Jacqueline. And that James Holtjob was so absurdly overpaid that, of course, she jumped at it. So I just had to tell Irv that Jacqueline was unavailable. The truth is, there is no one that can do what I do including her. Any of the other choices would have found that job impossible and the magazine would have suffered. Especially because of the list. The list of designers, photographers, editors, writers, models, all of whom were found by me, nurtured by me and have promised me they will follow me whenever and if ever I choose to leave Runway. So he reconsidered. But I was very, very impressed by how intently you tried to warn me. I never thought I would say this, Andrea, but I really, I see a great deal of myself in you. You can see beyond what people want and what they need and you can choose for yourself. 

Mmm. You already did. To Emily.

Oh, no, you chose. You chose to get ahead. You want this life, those choices are necessary. 

Don't be ridiculous, Andrea. Everybody wants this. Everybody wants to be us.

I don't understand why it is so challenging to get my car when I ask for it.

Go.