History Quotes / TheDevilWearsPrada

--> This... ''stuff''? Oh, okay, I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and select, I don't know, that lumpy blue sweater, because you're trying to tell the world you take yourself too seriously to care what you have 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 [[https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/339177415658260208/ did a collection of cerulean gowns]], and then it was Yves Saint-Lauren, wasn't it, who showed cerulean military jackets. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers, from where it filtered down to the department stores, and finally trickled on down to some tragic Casual Corner where you no doubt fished it out of a clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars in countless jobs -- and it's sort of comical how you think you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry, when in fact you're wearing a sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room... from a pile of ''[[IronicEcho stuff]]''.

--> This... ''stuff''? Oh, okay, I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and select, I don't know, that lumpy blue sweater, because you're trying to tell the world you take yourself too seriously to care what you have 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 it was Yves Saint-Lauren, wasn't it, who showed cerulean military jackets. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers, from where it filtered down to the department stores, and finally trickled on down to some tragic Casual Corner where you no doubt fished it out of a clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars in countless jobs -- and it's sort of comical how you think you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry, when in fact you're wearing a sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room... from a pile of ''[[IronicEcho stuff]]''.

--> Andy, I make port wine reductions all day. I'm not exactly in the Peace Corps. You know, you could be out there pole dancing every night for all I care, as long as you did it with a little integrity. You used to say this was just a job, you used to make fun of the Runway girls! Now what happened? You're one of them! And you know what, that's fine. Just own up to it, and then we can stop pretending we have anything in common any more.

--> Andy, be serious. You're not trying. ''You'' are ''whining''. What is it that you want me to say? Do you want me to say "Poor you, Miranda's picking on you, poor you, poor Andy." Hm? Wake up, [[RunningGag Six]]. She's just doing her job. Don't you know that you're working at the place that published some of the greatest artists of the century? Holston. Lagerfeld. De la Renta. And what they did, what they created, is greater than art. Because you live your life in it. ...Well, maybe not you, but some people. You think this is just a magazine? This isn't just a magazine. This is a shining beacon of hope for... I don't know, let's say a young boy growing up in Rhode Island with six brothers, and pretending to go to soccer practice while reading Runway under the covers at night with a flashlight. You have no idea how many legends have walked these halls, and what's worse, you don't care. Because this place, where so many would die to work, you only deign to work. And you wonder why she doesn't kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day. Wake up, sweetheart.

--> This... ''stuff''? Oh, okay, I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and select, I don't know, that lumpy blue sweater, because you're trying to tell the world you take yourself too seriously to care what you have 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 it was Yves Saint-Lauren, wasn't it, who showed cerulean military jackets. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different deisgners, from where it filtered down to the department stores, and finally trickled on down to some tragic Casual Corner where you no doubt fished it out of a clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars in countless jobs -- and it's sort of comical how you think you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry, when in fact you're wearing a sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room... from a pile of ''[[IronicEcho stuff]]''.

The many, ''many'' {{TheReasonYouSuckSpeech}}es that Andy receives:

--> You know, the Andy I know is madly in love with Nate, is always five minutes early, and thinks that, I don't know, Club Monica is couture. For the last sixteen years, I've known everything about that Andy. But this person? This glamazon that skulks around dark corners with some random hot fashion guy? I don't get her. ''[{{beat}}]'' Have fun in Paris.