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A spy overhears this "inspired" conversation at a street corner near Wilshire and Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills:

An agent/manager/publicist type woman talking to her assistant (and I'm only assuming this because of the soothing way he spoke to her, instantly diffusing the beginnings of her shrewish outbursts):

Her: "I need to get Heather Graham a gift. What the fuck do I get her? I mean, I have stuff at home but what do you think?"

Him: "Well...she recently lost her portable DVD player..."

Her: "NO! FUCK that! That's not fucking INSPIRED!"

Him: "Well...maybe if you got her a very tasteful DVD player..."

Her: "NO! How the fuck is that INSPIRED? That's not PERSONAL."

Him: "...how about a very elegant, tasteful, DVD player. It would be thoughtful AND personal since you know she lost hers..."

Her: "NO! FUCK! What if everyone gets her one? She can go and get one herself..."