"Oh my God! What a fabulous purse! Are all these your credit cards?
[Film in background: "I'm sorry fur? I didn't mean to startle you!]
"This place is bigger than our whole department!
[Film: "Let me know when you're entering a room"
"Yes fur!"]
"erm, Can I get a café mocha?
[Film: "I was wondering about ..."]
"You want one, huh?"
[Film: "Yes"]
"Oh wow, look at this wad? Do you wanna spend some caaaash?"
[Film: "I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us, for her main ..."]
"What are you wearing?"
[Film: "If you'll just let me know as soon as you can ... Mrs Bancroft" "Mrs Bancroft ..."]
"Hello?"
[Film: "I don't understand ..."]
"Are you feeling okay?..."
Day after day, skies turns grey
Like the skin of a leather bag.
Night after night, I pretend its all white
But I have grown bolder and
You have grown poorer and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my sprees coming on.
I feel new as a tailor made,
White as a negligée,
Dry as an Oreo crumb.

Run to the bedroom,
In the handbag on the left
You'll find my favorite stash.
Don't look enlightened
This is just a gassy phase,
One more bad hair day.
Would you like to watch me spend?
Or go buy satin sheets?
Or compensate the spending leeway?
Would you like someone to beat?
Would you like to learn to buy?
Would'ya?
Would you like to see me try?

Would you like to call the shops?
Don't you think it's time we shopped?
What are you laying away?