Izzy: Greetings all you taters, tots, breads, butters, cookies, creams, porks and beans.
Elsa: That’s a long list of viewers.
Izzy: Part of that was my grocery list. Just saving time.
Elsa: Muti-tasking, huh? I would hate for our little show here to interfere with your errands.
Izzy: Oh, it’s not. As if I do my own grocery shopping… You’re funny.
Elsa: I thought you loved to shop?
Izzy: I love to shop, but for belts, purses and dresses… not pickles.
Elsa: I thought you loved food.
Izzy: You know, you’re not as dumb as you look.
Elsa: Thank you?
Izzy: I love shopping. I love food. Why haven’t I embraced grocery shopping?
Elsa: Because you are as dumb as you look.
Izzy: HEY! I was nice to you.. I said you weren’t as dumb as you look….
Elsa: Oh, yes, I see how very nice that was…
Izzy: At least we agree on that.
Elsa: What a handsome fella!
Izzy: Forget about Bella… I LOVE Beau!
Elsa: You love every man.
Izzy: Not every… most, but not every.
Elsa: I just can’t figure out if I love the glasses or the tie better. They are both amazing.
Izzy: I love the wood glasses. So chic…. so woodsy.
Elsa: Out of adjectives? Woodsy?
Izzy: Well, it’s made out of wood.
Elsa: The tie is terrific too. But the contrast of it against the shirt makes it even better.
Izzy: A hint of the wood color in the tie….
Elsa: It’s spot on!
Izzy: Those aren’t spots, I believe they are flowers.
Elsa: No duh, dumb, dumb.
Izzy: If you want to see a dumb dumb, just look in the mirror, idiot.
Elsa: You’re so cranky today.
Izzy: I’m cranky everyday.
Elsa: No argument there.
Izzy: What do you mean “no argument?” You would argue with me about anything. If I said the sky was blue, you’d say it was pink.
Elsa: Actually… Did you see that sunset last night? The sky was the brightest pink I’ve ever seen. Looked like a pink sapphire shining in the sky.
Izzy: Uh huh.
Elsa: Well, it was.
Izzy: Are you going to argue about this look? We are doing a show here in case you have forgotten.
Elsa: No argument from me.
Izzy: Well, that’s a first.
Elsa: I love the layers here.
Izzy: I’ll layer you.
Elsa: That doesn’t even make sense.
Izzy: But did you catch on to my angry tone?
Elsa: How is that different from your usual angry tone?
Izzy: Same tone… just louder.
Elsa: As someone really stupid once said, “Are you going to argue about this look? We are doing a show here in case you have forgotten.”
Izzy: You mean someone REALLY, REALLY SMART!!!
Elsa: Ya. That’s what I meant. Layers. We were talking layers.
Izzy: You were talking layers. I was ignoring you.
Elsa: I do love these layers and since you are ignoring me, I don’t have to worry about being interrupted.
Izzy: Don’t count on that.
Elsa: The layered texture is what makes this look so very…
Izzy: Fried chicken!
Elsa: It makes it fried chicken?
Izzy: No, I just wanted to interrupt you.
Elsa: You do it very well.
Izzy: One of my many talents.
Elsa: What I was saying before I was rudely interrupted was that the layers here are great. They really make the look.
Izzy: You’re right for once. The neutral colors are cohesive but the leather of the collar against the pattern of the scarf… against the stripes… sublime!
Elsa; You actually didn’t sound stupid there.
Izzy: Another talent.
Izzy: Bitch stole my face!
Elsa: I do see a resemblance there!
Izzy: That is one stunning dog, if I do say so myself.
Elsa: And that’s one stunning look, IF I do say so MYSELF.
Izzy: I’m Elsa… I will take credit for everything….
Elsa: Well, I was the inspiration for this outfit, as you can see in the post credits….
Izzy: What are you now? A stylist??? A personal shopper?
Elsa: No, but wouldn’t I be great at either of those jobs?
Izzy: I’m Elsa… I’m good at everything.
Elsa: You have to admit this is a great look. The animal print brings drama and the chain, well, that’s just the icing on the cake.
Izzy: I’m Elsa… I give gifts to everyone except Izzy.
Elsa: What do you mean?? I have given you a lot of thoughtful gifts.
Izzy: Not today!!
Elsa: I’m Izzy… I am jealous of everyone.
Izzy: It’s only funny when I do it. And I suppose this is a passable look. I mean…. it’s better than a potato sack.
Elsa: Yes, much better.
Izzy: Fine. It’s a great look. You have amazing taste. Blah, blah, blah.
Elsa: Wait…. I’m glad you said that publicly. Did all you viewers hear that??? Izzy just admitted that she thinks I have amazing taste!!!
Izzy: At least something about me is rubbing off on you…
Elsa: Your good taste? Are you sure your fleas aren’t rubbing off on me too?
Izzy: Nope, but I wouldn’t say the same about this pair.
Elsa: They don’t look like they have fleas. Well-kept, no, but not full of fleas.
Izzy: Do you think those are wigs?
Elsa: Noooooo… not at all, Izzy. I’m pretty sure that is their natural hair.
Izzy: Well, you don’t have to get sarcastic about it.
Elsa: I am browsing through their Instagram account ….
Izzy: You liked this look so much that you just had to see more??
Elsa: No. I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt. We can all have bad days.
Izzy: But do we all put our bad days on Instagram?
Elsa: Drunk posting?
Izzy: Only thing I can think of…
Elsa: They do look like they have fun a lot though.
Izzy: These looks aren’t making me all giggly.
Elsa: Nothing but men and alcohol make you giggle.
Izzy: Fashion, food and money too.
Elsa: Had the wigs been brushed…. this look might have been okay.
Izzy: You really think so?
Elsa: Well, it would have been better.
Izzy: If they had worn no hats, wigs or clothes, this look would have been better.
Elsa: Then they would have been naked.
Izzy: And isn’t naked always better?
Elsa: Not when you do it.
Izzy: And you call me cranky!!!! Let’s just end the show and get a drink.
Elsa: I’m Izzy and I like to have the last word.
Izzy: I’m Elsa and I don’t know when this stops being funny. And …. stay fabulous, Fashionistas! And that’s the final word.
Elsa: Nope, it’s not….