The Devil Wears Prada2006

Andrea:
[on phone] Hello Miranda?

Miranda:
[on the phone from Miami] My flight has been cancelled. It's some absurd weather problem. I need to get home tonight. The twins have a recital tomorrow morning at school.

Andrea:
What?

Miranda:
AT SCHOOL!

Andrea:
Absolutely. Let me see what I can do.

Miranda:
Good. [hangs up on her]

Andrea:
[answering the phone few minutes later] Miranda, hi, I'm trying to get you a flight but no one is flying out because of the weather.

Miranda:
Oh, please... it's just- I don't know- drizzling. [Background in Miami shows a huge storm and smashing thunder] Some one must be getting out. Call Donatella. Get her jet. Call everybody else that we know that has a jet- Irv?- Call every- This is your responsibi- THIS IS YOUR JOB!- Get-me-HOME! [hangs up on her]

Andrea:
Oh, my god! 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?

Andrea:
Of course not! [beat] Could I do that?