No, I can't have lunch tomorrow. I'm doing Piers Morgan live.
You won't believe what just happened.
You joined a demonic cult?
Sandra, the liar writing the tell-all book, just walked in.
She's getting a day of beauty too? This is like the gayest training for a fight ever.
Sandra? Right this way. Lay face down. I'll give you a few minutes and I'll be right back in.
Perfect. I really need this massage. Promoting my new book is exhausting.
I'm sorry if that sounded braggy,
but I guess that's how you sound when things are going so great for you.
That poor masseuse is gonna be forced to listen to her yammer on about her dumb book.
But then again, mine had to hear me constantly say, "don't be afraid of the boobs."
We should be hearing about that dumb book so I know what I'm up against.
If there was only a way to get in that room.
Oh, anyone can get into any room if they really want to.
I mean, do you think that I was invited to the audition for the 2004 boat show?
Yeah. Go. I'll take care of that masseuse.
Sophie, you're not gonna hurt her, right?
No. I'm gonna try tipping her first.