LOL

Carla: Blah blah blah, my junk, blah blah blah, 1,000 lovers, blah blah blah, Sarko's sexual power, blah blah blah, rock stars, blah blah, blah, drug binges, blah blah blah, fashion, blah blah blah, modeling

Laura: Um, we've got a dog...

Transcript:

Laura:  May I offer you a croissant?

Carla: No, merci, I have to watch my figure; Nico and I are going to the Riviera this weekend and I'll be topless, bien sur, we're French afterall. 

Laura:  Uh-huh.  Well, umm, I hear you have a new album coming out.  Congratulations.  What's your favorite on it? 

Carla:  It's called "My Junk"... I'm referring to my tres sexy husband of course.  Let me sing a verse for you:  "You are my junk. More deadly than Afghan heroin. More dangerous than Colombian white (powder) … My guy, I roll him up and smoke him."  I wrote it while we were high in Morocco.  He's just such a bad boy, you know what I mean? 

Laura: Hmmm, George does drink full calorie beer... I mean, bière.