Gwen: Look Ethan, not only did Theresa design me a beautiful wedding dress but she designed my honeymoon trousseau.

Ethan: Oh, really...

Theresa: Oh, Whitney what will I do? That was supposed to be my black, lacey neglishee.

Whitney: The one with the crotchless panties?

Theresa: No, I changed that entire concept went more traditional.

Gwen: Theresa, these drawings are all wrong?

Ethan: Explan this Theresa!

Theresa: I don't know what you mean (cries).

Gwen: You will have to draw in a riding crop or whip. You know how much Ethan enjoys to be humiliated.

Ethan: Yeah, Theresa, you should have known.

Gwen: And I'll need a brass brassier like I've seen Madonna wear.

Ethan: Yeah, yeah. I'd like that ...

LATER

Theresa: Oh, Whitney, I should be the one whipping Ethan's backside not Gwen.

Whitney: I know but you'll find other boys to make a fool of, debase, chasten, mortify, put to shame...

Theresa: I get the picture Whitney!!!!!