The defense stands up and applauds Anne doing exactly what you know each and every one of us would have done in a dress with that much fringe on it -- that being, the Twist. The prosecution sadly wonders if this is the first sign of an official Oscar night mental break, because Anne has realized her career has suffered a "bringing Snow White to the Oscars"-sized dent and so she's just going to roll with the mess. The defense asks them to please keep it on topic about the clothes, so the prosecution makes a half-hearted comment about it being a dress made of hair, and then sits down to compose a letter to Anne Hathaway's ex-boyfriend's prison, to make sure he wasn't allowed to watch this and enjoy her pain.