MARION: Oh, Penelope, tender treasure.
PENELOPE: Oh, Marion, ripest fruit of the land.
MARION: I am so glad I have you to help me through this.
PENELOPE: Yes, it can be nerve-wracking getting an award.
MARION: No no, I mean this. The Chanel.
PENELOPE: Ohhhh. Well–
MARION: Yes, welcome to HELL, am I right? So many terrible things. ‘She’s French, give her the balloon pants, she can do anything,’ ugh.
PENELOPE: About that–
MARION: But with you by my side, we can get through this period together and then be free. FREE.
PENELOPE: This is [mumbles].
MARION: Excuse me?
PENELOPE: I said… this is Versace.
PENELOPE: I’m so sorry! I’m still MOSTLY Chanel! I just made a call, and…
MARION: I am going to take this award and I am going to leave before I do something treasonous with it.