The Hottest Mess
Patti explains the problem with millionairesses, the wounded, and why she won't be signing up for Emma's classes any time soon.
Full transcript after the jump
OK, so this week's going to be a little bit different. So I have a millionairess for the first time back in LA, which I'm not looking forward too, because they're always a hot mess and a pain in the ass.
And certainly Emma walks in, she's a British crazy pants, who is a stripper, burlesque dancer, pole dancer, exercise fiend, and she owns a studio where she teaches people how to do this crap. OK, like I’m going to join. Not.
She's been married three times since the age of fifteen, yes in Britain they do it a little weird. Well she comes to me saying she really needs a man and I'm thinking OK great. I'm going to screen people for you, but this week we're going to do it different. We're going to do a two-way mirror.
On top of that Frank walks in. Frank's from Vegas. He's the top plastic surgeon there. He has a little bit of wound. Somebody rejected him so many years ago -- back in medical school, he was cheated on. Ever since then it's control, control, control. Gets up at 5 am, seven days a week, whether it's rain or shine or vacation time -- and if his date doesn't do that, she's out.
So I'm thinking to myself, whoa these two are a little crazy. A little mental, OK so it's mental week.
Now I’ve got to find guys for her for Emma, which are men. She likes George Clooney types. And I've gotta find girls, little spinnerettes, with a personality that'’s sweet, that has a good job that Frank will like.
I put them in a room now I know for sure Emma's going to go off and like Frank. Frank has no interest. He thinks he's talking to Harry Potter, JK Rowling.
So I do a two-way mirror for Frank and Frank gets the girl of his dreams, which is Natalie who's fantastic. She's the perfect girl. He is beaming from ear to ear.
And Emma is sad, miserable, and unhappy. Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy, bitchy. She's like the guy you picked for me is bo-ring, bo-ring. And I'm like, you're boring. The guy I picked for you is great. In fact, if he were 6 foot 2, I'd date him. He is good looking. He's the appropriate age. He owns his own surf company. His kids are grown. He likes women with children – not just one three! He lives in Hawaii and in California. Oh that's so terrible going to Hawaii. Oh yeah, that's real boring.
Like get a date yourself if you don’t like it.
And I decide he's going to take her out for dinner. So I think it should be a simple date. So they're going off to sushi, when I get a call that she's started stripping, burlesque-ing, gyrating him at her studio. That's how the date started. I feel so awful. And now he has to go to dinner with her and I'm thinking my god this date is going to go so south. And it did. He I will fix up later. She I want to smack against the wall.
Frank and Natalie go out. They have a really good date. Everything's fantastic. I'm like so happy for them. Thank god one out of two work this week.
I'm thinking to myself I’m going to be screamed at to no end. And of course she walks in with an attitude like no tomorrow. And I'm like, you know what. I really don't like you. I don’t have patience for you. I'm going to be fixing up Kelly with one of my closest friends. So you eat me and get the f—k out of my office.
The millionairess I have no patience for. I can't stand them. They’re just the same bulls—t, bulls—t, bulls—t.