i is von verminhaven himself! count: and don't you all look wonderful. if i might direct your attention to the scroll behind me, you will find the names of all designers whom i, in my infinite good taste, have personally selected to showcase this season. althea: uh, ex--excuse me. what about me? indede. what about you? i don't see my name up there. well, judging from the roadkill you're trying to pass off as a dress, i'm not surprised. [women giggling] as head of the fashion police, i hereby fine you 100 dinars code wearing a fruit motif on a cloudy day. [paper rips] hi. my mother taught me never to litter, but in this case, i'll make an exception. [whoosh] [paper hard thump] oh! hercules! fashion police: get him! get him! [yell] save the hug. [thud] hercules! hey, althea! [chuckles] i toldldou i'd never forget my first dance partner. [giggles] what are you doing here? i, uh, i ran into your fathehe back in rumba, and he hasn't heard from you in a while, and he's starting to get worried. althea: well, he shouldn't be. then he's never gonna hear from you