Jack: SHUT UP, PATTI LUPONE! Shut your brassy, magnificent trap! I don’t wanna hear you sing, I don’t wanna cut your hair, and I certainly don’t wanna hear you singing while I’m cutting your hair! Got it?! Now I’m talking to my best friend, so STAND BACK, BUENOS AIRES!
turned into a vodka shower for the front row. I’ve never been so jealous of the drenched — I’d drink to that.