Joanna Lumley credited as playing...
Patsy
- Patsy: I thought a little mosey down Bond Street, a little sniff around Gucci, sidle up to Ralph Lauren, pass through Browns and on to Quags for a light lunch.
- Patsy: One whiff of a cocoa bean and our customers would fly like vampires before garlic. Jeremy's must remain a sterile oasis, free from street eaters and coffee carriers. Aseptic and razor-sharp as our customers' hipbones. These women shop for lunch! Labels are their only sustenance! Their skeleton legs in Manolos have worn trenches down the pavement of Sloane Street. Their arm sinews have just enough muscles left in their arm to lift up a credit card.
- Eddie: The word on the old grave marker, the words on your grave marker. What is that?
- Patsy: Oh, your epitomb.
- Eddie: Your epitomb. What is it that you want on your epitomb?
- Patsy: I want: "She was fantastic."..."Patsy was here."
- Eddie: No, darling, you can just have "Patsy Stone".
- Patsy: Oh, Eddy, Eddy. Wait for this. Wait for this: "Eddy: Still no thinner."
- Eddie: These are really funny. We could sell those.
- Patsy: They want you filleted and splayed on the butcher's block so they can photograph all your organs for "Heat" magazine.
- Eddie: Pats. Pats. You know, like, when you are in a room or something, and you think someone is like staring at you...
- Patsy: In a room?
- Eddie: Or in a plane. Anywhere... anywhere... And you are sort of doing things because you think someone is looking at you like people are looking at you, you know?
- Patsy: On a plane?
- Eddie: Well, anywhere... anywhere... And then you look at them and they are just sort of asleep but their head is flopped in your direction, you know? Well, I don't want THAT to happen. I don't want THAT to be my life, you know. The whole world asleep.
