"No, baby," Peyton says. "You'regoing to have the metal detectors so Diane Von Furstenberg and MarkyMark aren't frisked."

"Chuck Pfeiffer has a metal plate in his goddamned head!Princess Cuddles has a steel rod in her leg?" I shout.

JD tells the girl reporter, "Skiing accident in Gstaad, anddon't ask me how to spell that."

"What's gonna happen when Princess Cuddleswalks in through one of these things and alarms go off and buzzersand lights and — Jesus, she'll have a fucking heart attack.Does anybody really want to see Princess Cuddles have a coronary?"

"On the guest list we'll mark down that Chuck Pfeiffer has ametal plate in his head and that Princess Cuddles has a steel cod inher leg," Peyton says, mindlessly writing it down on a notepad.

"Listen, Abdullah. I just want to makesure that no one is gonna get in who we don't want in. I don't wantanyone passing out invites to other clubs. I don't want somelittle waif mo handing Barry Diller an invite to Spermbar duringdinner—got it? I don't want anyone passing out invitesto other clubs."

"What other clubs?" Peyton andJD wail. "There aren't any other clubs!"

"Oh spare me," I wail back, movingacross the first floor. "Jesus—you think Christian Laetneris gonna fit under one of those things?" It gets darker as wemove into the back of the first floor, toward the staircase thatleads to one of the dance floors located in the basement.

From the top floor, Beau calls down, "AlisonPoole on line fourteen. She wants to speak to you now,Victor."

Everyone looks away as the Details girlwrites something down on her little notepad. Camcorder guy whisperssomething and she nods, still writing. Somewhere old C + C MusicFactory is playing.

"Tell her I'm out. Tell her I'm on line seven."