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The Devil Wears Prada is a 2006 film about a young woman who gets a job as an assistant to a demanding fashion magazine editor.

Directed by David Frankel. Written by Aline Brosh McKenna, based on the novel by Lauren Weisberger.

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Emily Charlton

See, I'm on this new diet. Well, I don't eat anything. And right before I feel I'm going to faint, I eat a cube of cheese. I'm one stomach flu away from my goal weight.

Miranda Priestly

[To Andrea] This... stuff? Oh... okay. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out — oh, I don't know — that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise, it's not lapis, it's actually cerulean. You're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002 Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves St. Laurent, wasn't it, who showed cerulean military jackets? (I think we need a jacket here). And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. Then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and it's sort of comical how you think that you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you're wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room. From a pile of stuff.

Is there some reason my coffee isn't here? Has she died or something?

Nigel

Yes, because that's really what this whole multibillion-dollar industry is all about, isn't it? Inner beauty.

Dialogue

Miranda: I don't understand why it's so difficult to confirm an appointment.

Emily: I'm so sorry Miranda, I actually did confirm—

Miranda: Tales of your incompetence do not interest me. Tell Simone that I'm not going to approve that girl that she sent me for the Brazilian layout. I asked for clean, athletic, smiling; she sent me dirty, tired and paunchy. And RSVP yes to Micheal Kors' party. I want the driver to drop me off at 9.30 and pick me up at 9.45 sharp. And then call Natalie at Glorious Foods and tell her no, for the fortieth time, no, I don't want duck wads. I want tortes filled with warm rhubarb compote. And then call my ex-husband and remind him that the parent-teacher conference is at Dalton tonight. And then call my husband. Ask him to please meet me for dinner at that place I went to with Massimo. Also, tell Richard I saw all the pictures that he sent for that feature on the female paratroopers, and they're all so deeply unattractive. Is it impossible to find a lovely, slender, female paratrooper? Am I reaching for the stars here? Not really. Also, I need to see all the things Nigel has pulled for Gwyneth's second cover try. I wonder if she's lost any of that weight yet. Who is that?

Emily: Nobody! Oh, uhm, well, Human Resources sent her up about the new assistant job and I was sort of 'pre-interviewing' her for you, but she's hopeless and also totally wrong for--

Miranda: Well the last two you sent me were completely inadequate, so...send her in. That's all.

Miranda: And before today you had never heard of me?

Andrea: No.

Miranda: You have no style or sense of fashion.

Andrea: I think that depends on—

Miranda: No, no, that wasn't a question.

Andrea: My personal life is falling apart.

Nigel: That's what happens when you start doing well at work. Let me know when your entire life goes up in smoke: then it's time for a promotion.

Andrea: Is there anything else I can do to help?

Miranda: Yes. Your job.

Miranda: Emily... Emily.

Nigel: She means you.

Andrea: Oh!

Miranda: That's not what I asked you; I couldn't have been clearer... There you are, Emily; how many times do I have to scream your name?

Andrea: A-a-actually, it's Andy. My name is Andy. Andrea, but everybody calls me Andy.

Miranda: [chuckles] I need ten-or-fifteen skirts from Calvin Klein.

Andrea: Wh-what kind of skirts do you—

Miranda: Please bore someone else with your...questions. And make sure we have Pier 59 at 8 am tomorrow... and remind Jocelyn I need to see a few of those Satchels that Marc is doing in the Pony. And then tell Simone that I'll take Jackie if Maggie isn't available. Did Demarchelier confirm?

Andrea: D-did D-Demarchel—

Miranda: Demarchelier. Did he — Get him on the phone.... And Emily?

Andrea: Yes?

Miranda: That's all. [turns to the others] It's just the cavalier disregard for clear directions.

Cast

Meryl Streep — Miranda Priestly
Anne Hathaway — Andrea 'Andy' Sachs
Emily Blunt — Emily Charlton
Stanley Tucci — Nigel

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