Miranda: Something funny?
Andy: Huh? Oh, no, no, no nothings funny, it's just,
i'm still learning about this stuff and--
Miranda: This Stuff? Oh, ok, I see, you think this has nothing
to do with you? You go to your closet, and you select out,
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 turqouise, it's not lapis: it's actually cerulean.
And you are also blively unaware on the fact that in 2002,
Oscar De Le 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 8 different designers, then it filtered down
through the department stores and then trickled on down
into some tragic casual corner where you not know 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 infact, you're wearing the
sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room,
from a pile of stuff.
Andy : She hates me, Nigel.
Nigel : And that's my problem because-
Oh, wait. No, it's not my problem.
Andy : I don't know what else I can do because
if I do something right, it's unacknowledged.
She doesn't even say thank you.
But if I do something wrong,
Nigel : So quit.
Andy : What?
Nigel : Quit.
Andy : Quit?
Nigel : I can get another girl to take your job
in five minutes- one who really wants it.
Andy : No, I don't want to quit.
That's not fair.
But, you know, I'm just saying
that I would just like a little credit...
for the fact
that I'm killing myself trying.
Nigel : Andy, be serious.
You are not trying.
You are whining.
Andy : I
Nigel : What is it that you want me
to say to you, huh?
Do you want me to say, "Poor you.
Miranda's picking on you. Poor you. Poor Andy"?
Hmm? Wake up, six.
She's just doing her job.
Don't you know that you are working at the place...
that published some of the greatest artists of the century?
Halston, Lagerfeld, de la Renta.
And what they did, what they created...
was greater than art because you live your life in it.
Well, not you, obviously, but some people.
You think this is just a magazine, hmm?
This is not just a magazine.
This is a shining beacon of hope for-
oh, I don't know- let's say a young boy growing up
in Rhode Island with six brothers...pretending to go to soccer
practice when he was really going to sewing class...and
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 people would die to work...
you only deign to work.
And you want to know 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.