Andy Sachs: [on phone] Hello Miranda?

Miranda Priestly: [on the phone from Miami] My flight has been cancelled. It’s some rubbish weather problem.

Miranda Priestly: It feels like it’s going to be a fortnight before I leave but I need to get home tonight.

Miranda Priestly: The twins have a recital tomorrow morning at school.

Andy Sachs: What?

Miranda Priestly: AT SCHOOL!

Andy Sachs: Absolutely, mate. Let me see what I can do.

Miranda Priestly: Brilliant.
[hangs up on her]

Andy Sachs: [answering the phone few minutes later] Miranda, hi, please don’t lose the plot. I’m trying to get you a flight but no one is flying out because of the weather.

Miranda Priestly: Oh, please… it’s just- I don’t know- drizzling.
[Background in Miami shows a huge storm and smashing thunder]

Miranda Priestly: Some one must be getting out. Call Donatella. Get her jet. Call everybody else that we know that has a jet- Irv?- Call every- Bollocks! This is your responsibi- THIS IS YOUR JOB!- Get-me-HOME!
[hangs up on her]

Andy Sachs: It’s going all to pot! I’ve cocked up everything! She’s going to murder me.

Richard Sachs: What does she want you to do, call the National Guard and have her airlifted out of there?

Andy Sachs: Of course not!

Andy Sachs: Could I do that?