Oh, what I would do for that hair.
Right after she hooked up with that midget weirdo, there were reports of her spending hours at Barneys trying on shoes and clothes and dropping 10 large in one multi-hour shopping spree. Love that. Spend his money - fast.
Sure she has to dope up like a stoned robot to listen to his constant bullshit about Xenu and how he's reached Operating Thetan level, but I could totally listen to that ALL DAY LONG if I was strolling around in my Henry Cuir boots and my Cathy Waterman jewelry and my totally thermal-reconditioned-perfectly-strait-Anna-Wintour-suck-this hair. Hell yeah.