Ab Fab Thursday

I'm in a mood...

Edina: "I'm just not the sort of woman who wants to spend a free afternoon squatted over a small hand mirror, you know. For God's sake, I've seen doctors go pale."

Patsy: "My ring needs resealing, I know the gutters sagging a bit but how about a quick plunge up the waste pipe?"

Edina: "In my day, that would have been douched out by morning. A huge tsunami of vinegar water would have flushed those swimmers out mid-stroke."

Patsy: "Eddy, your stomach's just like a dog waiting to be fed - it just hangs there until you want to kick it."

Edina: "Don't think you're so clever. I've started repressed false memory therapy; I'll get something on you yet. You in a wood in a hood. It's all coming back to me."

Patsy: "Hello, Alex. This is the mood board for the next edition: sex, bitch, aristo, sex, punk, whore, bitch, prossie, lezzie, punk, tart, slut. Oh, but Alex, Alex...with lovely shoes."

Edina: "When someone deliberately overeducates themself out of the possibility of useful employment, I take issue darling!"

Patsy: "I mean, look at you. You've been a fantastic mother. You've let them ruin your figure. Your stomach is stretched beyond recognition, you've got tits down to your knees and what for, for God's sake?"

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