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YingYang: Edina's Versace nightvision goggles with matching helmet...	Mr_Grant: "This battlefield is SO gauche!"	Mr_Grant: C'mon Saffy sweetie, if this mother-daughter team-building weekend is going to help, you have to get into the spirit of it. *RAT A TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT*
Mr_Grant: ~But mum, I don't want to be a POW! ~It's alright sweetie, mummy knows people at the Geneva Convention. <dials cell> Bubble? Get me somebody Swiss.	YingYang: "That bitch is wearing a yellow helmet!" "No, that's just Patsy! Hide the octane and rubbing alcohol."	YingYang: Music by Lulu.
Mr_Grant: Do you hear me, Bubble? I want HUGE, industrial-izy... THINGS flanking the stage. Then I want Yasmine Le Bon, greased & in a cage, lowered from the light grid...	YingYang: Right, have thirteen of those... little people delivered to my house and have Bubble take them to Lacroix's new boutique and get them clothes from the sale rack.	Mr_Grant: OVERALLS? You'd think Benetton or Baby Gap would see a market niche...
YingYang: She's so anally retentive, her ass sucks up all the furniture...	YingYang: "What's that, Patsy? Jack Daniels fell down a well?"	Mr_Grant: ~Serge, when you grow up you'll still love mummy, won't you? ~Of course. ~I won't have to fax a volcano or anything to reach you? ~Well...
Mr_Grant: ~[Marshall] The film project is going very well! ~[Eddy] Oh really. ~[M]Yes, there's great interest from an animation company- ~[E]It's a CARTOON??? ~[M]Animation...	YingYang: "C'mon Justin, maybe just a box or something for me to put my this 'n' thats into?"	YingYang: "Hold up, ya got some LaCroix baby spew on your shoulder...."
Mr_Grant: Patsy has a SISTER?	Mr_Grant: ~I want to show you my new jewelry, based on the new electrographic architecture. Have you seen it? It's in a white box. ~White box...	Mr_Grant: So is this the box to donate to charity...? *No! Not my Vivian Westwood catsuit!*
YingYang: "Special delivery from Colombia for a Madame Stone." "Madamewoiselle Stone."	YingYang: Why's Norm MacDonald in Saffy's room?	Mr_Grant: Saffy's study group arrives to plan the big DNA presentation.
Mr_Grant: "Someone stole the @#$% steering wheel!"	YingYang: Off to insulate another old woman's house that smells like cat piss...	YingYang: "Patsy." "Patsy." "Pasty Stone. Stone. Patsy. Patsy Stone."
Mr_Grant: "But I'm ever so fond! And it's not just forever-- it's for Christmas!"	Hireling: C'mon babe. I just needs a little box to put my this and thats in.	Mr_Grant: ~Mum? What WAS Patsy? ~Don't worry sweetie, it was just for 6 months and then it fell off.
YingYang: I want huge screens, lots of lasers, Armani here, LaCroix there. Fantastic!	Mr_Grant: Is that you that smells like that, a sort of honey-yogurty smell?	YingYang: "I'm off to see a camel about a hump."
Mr_Grant: Yeuh. Yup. Mmm hmm. Right. Right. Wait, where's the other leg?	YingYang: "Eddie, do you have any of those... food... things...?"	Mr_Grant: ~Has anyone seen my bleeper? ~Bleeper...? ~Yes, my bleeper, it was set on 'Vibrate'. ~Oh. Uh, I'll get it out for you... ~No! No, I don't want it...
Mr_Grant: ~He wants to know why we're at the cottage, the staff is expecting us up at the main house. ~You breath a word of this to anyone, I'll kill you.	YingYang: "Off to have my tits painted...." "Painted like what?" "Like tits."	YingYang: "Sweetie dahling, make Mummy a cup o' tea...."
YingYang: "Ever do it on Versace linen? "Ever do it, period?" "Oh, Serge!"	Mr_Grant: We'd be having a GREAT time if it weren't for Helena Bonham Carter here.	Mr_Grant: ~I was with this new male model, looking at his portfolio. ~How was it? ~Fabulous.
	YingYang: "Oh, boy." Edina: "Come back to bed and apply this new aloe vera lotion that Fergie gave me for my birthday..."
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