“Hmm,” Eliza Dushku thought.
“If wearing a bandeau top attached to high-waisted palazzo pants with a giant jeweled pin doesn’t get me at least a MEETING to be on the next season of Dancing With the Stars, then I don’t know what I’ll do. Well, that’s a lie, actually. I’ll have to pull out my BeDazzeled hot pants and matching fruit hat. But none of us really want that. CALL ME ABC. CALL ME AND PRESERVE YOUR RETINAS.”
