The Devil Wears Prada (film)
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.
- I don't care if she was going to fire you or beat you with a red hot poker. You should have said no!
- You know what just kills me, is the clothes you are going to get. I mean, you don't deserve them, you eat carbs for Christ's sake. CARBS! It's so unfair!
- Yes, because that's really what this whole multibillion-dollar industry is all about, isn't it? Inner beauty.
- And that's my problem because, Oh wait! No, it's not my problem.
- Who is that sad, little person?
- 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 dacquoise. 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.
- [Miranda and some assistants are deciding between two similar belts for an outfit; Andy laughs]
- Miranda: Something funny?
- Andrea: No. No, no. Nothing's... You know, it's just that both those belts look exactly the same to me. You know, I'm still learning about all this stuff and, uh...
- Miranda: 'This... stuff'? Oh, OK. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select, 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. And 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 Saint 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. And then it, uh, 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.
- 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 a.m. 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: [glances at Andrea's shoes] That's all. [turns to the others] It's just the cavalier disregard for clear directions.
- Andrea: Hey Emily! It's Andy. Don't hang up. I have a favor to ask you.
- Emily: [Accusing] You have a favor to ask of me?
- Andrea: You see, I have these clothes from Paris, and I don't have any place to wear them, so I was wondering if you could take them off my hands.
- Emily: [smiling] Well, I don't know. It's a huge inposition. I mean I'll have to get them taken in, I mean they'll drown me. But I suppose I could help you out. I will have Roy pick them up this afternoon.
- Andrea: Thanks Em. Good luck!
- Emily: [Hangs up and smiles] [Looks at new assistant] You have some large shoes to fill. I hope you know that.
- Hell on Heels
- Meryl Streep – Miranda Priestly
- Anne Hathaway – Andrea "Andy" Sachs
- Emily Blunt – Emily Charlton
- Stanley Tucci – Nigel