Kim: Hi, Mr. Valentine.
Valentino: No, no, no. NO.
KK: Oh, sorry, Mr. Gandhi. I’m bad with names.
V: Uh…okay, yeah, whatever. I don’t have time to explain this to you. Who invited you, anyway?
KK: Everyone. I’m royal. I have cheekbones now and everything.
V: How much of you is you?
KK: OMG are you a poet? That’s so deep.
V: There is no hope of this conversation satisfying me.
KK: Isn’t my cleavage rad?
V: … I will give you that you do not look awful.
KK: So but Mr. Garamond, how come you didn’t bronze your HANDS, too!
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