PARIS: Well, there’s something called Vocational Rehab. They said I need a marketable skill, so I’m learning to make refrigerator magnets. (bangs cell phone on bars) Guard! I’m supposed to have Evian! It’s in my contract!
LINDSAY: I’m telling you, this isn’t a show, it’s real life.
PARIS: God, Wilmer was right, bunking with you really is necrophilia!
LINDSAY: You c*nt!
PARIS: Fatso!
LINDSAY bursts into tears, then vomits into standalone toilet. PARIS snaps a Crystal Minaudiere clutch under her arm & checks her lip gloss in compact.
PARIS: I’m blowing this joint.
LINDSAY: You’re escaping??
PARIS: Large Marge & I are going to shoot our way out, carjack a van, & go to the Viper Room.
LINDSAY: Oh please, can I come??
PARIS: Try the Hard Rock Cafe with the other losers. (shakes bars) Where’s the f*cking producer??
See also Paris/Perez vs Lindsay; the Simple Life: Fallujah
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If only you could work in the same sort of picture that you did for Tookie & Scott Peterson.
well, paris did call lindsay a lesbo in that text mail exchange