“You’re going to what time?! No, I’m not hand stitching and embroidering another velvet doublet”
“Does it look like I’ve got the time to research 14th century Romanian peasant fashion? I’ve got silk to embroider because SOMEONE needs to go to Elizabeth Ist’s court next week.”
“Look… we’re not using arctic fox fur. We don’t have the budget for that.”
“YOUR HAIR NEEDS TO BE WORN UP IN 18th CENTURY COLONIAL AMERICA, DEBRA! UP! STOP WEARING YOUR HAIR DOWN, PEOPLE ARE GONNA START NOTICING YOU. YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BLEND IN.”
“NO, DEBRA, THEY DIDN’T WEAR MAKEUP LIKE THAT IN 13TH CENTURY ENGLAND”
“I AM NOT GOING TO BE DIPPING ANOTHER YARD OF FABRIC IN STALE URINE IN THE DYE PROCESS AGAIN. I’M USING THE FAKE DYE I DON’T CARE IF IT’S NOT AUTHENTIC. I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS.”
“You can’t even get that kind of fabric anymore! The process of making it was lost to history!”
“You’re going to ancient WHERE? no one even knows what they wore. You’re gonna stick out like a sore thumb! You’re going to 1970 New York, that’s where you’re going…”
“Please… not another Versailles visit… please… there’s too much silk to order to keep churning out 18th century French polonaise gowns with our department’s budget…”
