Darling! I'm so glad you came. And who is this beautiful boy?This is my friend Walt.Enchante. I see you've met my Bennet. - How are you, darling? - Dry. I thought I saw something bubbly and expensive back that way.She knows me so well. Ciao. Looks like you're in capable hands now.He is gorgeous. Dumping me already.He is a triple threat. He is gorgeous, he's talented, And... something else. But then again, isn't gorgeous enough?Well, for me, it is.By the way, I just love your ironic spin on the whole fairy tale princess thing. It's brilliant. Especially since everyone knows that marriage is one of convenience.What do you mean? - Oh, you know. Charles only married lady Di because he needed someone royal. But a friend of mine who knows the Duchess of Kent who is a bitch--tells me the prince is still hung up on some lady from the horsey set. Camilla Parker... Something-or-other. I saw her picture. Not attractive. - I don't get it. - That can't be a true story.Charles and Di were meant for each other. She's very invested in their romance. But she got her prince. I mean, granted, she was already from the aristocracy, But... still.You're serious. Oh, even better! You're a romantic! It's like finding a unicorn. Come on. I need to show you off. Oh, no. Wait. Almost forgot. Take these.What are they? Are they required? They are party favors, and yes, they're mandatory. It's ecstasy. The only boring thing about it is it's legal. But don't let that bother you. I'm sure in ten years' time, you'll be arrested for it.
