- Edina: [Edina had an overdose of parralox and cannot speak coherently, nor move her facial muscles, so she seems spastic] Dududu... bbblll... ggggllll... bllllggugguuuu...!
- Labour Party Man: [shocked] Oh my god! What's the matter with her?
- Edina: Gggglll... doodoo... ggggllll... Oooo... gggggg!
- Saffron: She always does this!
- [smacks her, revolted]
- Saffron: She does it for attention!
- Edina: No Twiggy, we want to go with you for this. We could've gotten Kylie, but we know you have more class. You don't need to parade around with a pair of gold lame hot pants wedged up your chocolate starfish to make an impression.
- Saffron: What's happened to your face?
- Edina: Darling, she's just had a bit of the botox.
- Patsy: No, it's not botox. It's "parralox."
- Saffron: You look like a zombie.
- Edina: She still has emotions, you know. She just doesn't have to pay for them in wrinkles.
- Patsy: I'm happy about that, can't you tell?
- Edina: No.
- Patsy: Money well spent.