BOOBS: Hey, Kaiser! Can I call you Kaiser?
KARL LAGERFELD: No. not unless we’ve met before, and even so, nicknames are for lazy. REPENT.
BOOBS: Right, cool, got it. But seriously, it’s me. It’s Blake.
KARL: Blake Carrington?
BOOBS: Blake Lively. The face of Chanel.
KARL: No, knave. You are a wig factory of LIES.
BOOBS: It’s true! Look, you even gave me this awesome toga to wear.
KARL: It is not a toga. It is a dream uterus.
BOOBS: Really? Wow. So in a way, I’m, like, being born from your dreams.
KARL: Only if my dreams are in fact nightmares pregnant with wallpaper. PEEL.
BOOBS: Okay, I can…
KARL: TOUCH ME NOT.
BOOBS: Let me try this again: