Legally Blonde

comforter on her bed,

Drifting past the sign

The melee in the courtyard

her size 2 figure was poured perfectly into her red slip-dress.

“Oh, darling! You’re finally marrying Warner!” Eva guessed. Elle had always told her mother everything, but hadn’t had the guts to tell her about the awful October night when Warner dumped her. She knew her mother would be devastated. Although her mother ran one of L.A.’s most successful galleries, she had always told Elle that a woman’s most exalted achievement was in landing a moneyed husband and maintaining a successful marriage.

“Yeah, I pulled an Elle Woods,” Sarah laughed. “I skipped class and went to the beauty salon. It seemed to work okay for you,” she added. “Manicured and winning in court, I figured you had a secret.”

“But, Elle, we spent so many years together,” he protested. “You’ll never find anyone like me again, Elle.”

“I certainly hope not!”

To look at the law you must look at it as a bad man.’

To look at the law you must look at it as a bad man.’

Tequila-induced or not, the idea stuck