Now Bobby, before stylist to the stars, Brad Goreski, gets here.
We just need to do a little work to fix up your clothes, your hair, your face.
Also, your walk's not great.
How's my run?
Because I feel like doing it right now.
If you want to play stylist, help Denise.
She tucks her sweater in to her socks.
Oh, Denise isn't invited to the premiere.
I can't run the risk of being embarrassed by someone.
I mean, Earl already asked if he could bring his sleeping bag in his shopping cart.
We get it, Earl.
You're rich.
Uh, my dress is by Bede Spreade.
It's a bedspread.
Oh, my God, Brad Goreski.
Well, I can't prove it because someone just stole my wallet outside.
All right, I gotta go get a suit after I get my eyelashes highlighted.
Seriously?
Love you.
Love you, too.
Good call on the eyelashes.
Ooh!
First time there's been a better rack than mine in the apartment.
Okay, these are the choices.
They're on loan from the top designers, and if you hurt them, those bitches will hunt you down.
Well, if Federal Marshal Tommy Lee Jones couldn't find me, good luck.
That's a brand new Zac Posen.
He gave it to me as a favor because we share a timeshare and a love of share.
Overshare?
You got anything over there I won't have to shave my pits for?
Hold on.
Let me sniff around for Shailene Woodley's SAG Awards dress.
Oh, my God.
I love it.
Oh, good eye.
That's a $10,000 dress.
And that's why it looks so lost and afraid in this apartment.
$10,000?
I could own and operate an Old Navy for that.
Oh, my God!
Did someone call Fashion 911?
The Fashion Police are here!
Well, this is embarrassing.
Yes, I'm celebrity stylist Brad Goreski.
Oh, see, I thought you were Melissa Rivers.
Because you guys have very similar jaws.
Hey, do you style babies?
Because I want Barbara to be discovered at the movie premiere.
The only baby I style is Kanye West.
Great.
Are you sure you're not Melissa Rivers?
You don't think that limo driver's gonna eat the rest of my coleslaw, do you?
Shh.
No one says coleslaw on a red carpet.
I think you hit it pretty well in the cup holders.
Oh, my God.
Look at all this.
Oh, good.
Caroline Channing.
Stay here.
It's not your time yet.
Oh, that's what the angel said to me when I drove that dump truck into the East River.
Oh, look, it's the star of Happy Feet.
Antarctica's that way.
No, it's that way.
This is exciting.
I haven't seen this much paparazzi since I was dating Harriet Tubman.
You must be the make-a-wish couple.
Actually, we're just friends.
If I had a wish, he'd be a giant doobie.
Just keep it moving.
It's the Kevin Dillon and below spot.
They must all be reloading their cameras.
Are you trying to say I shouldn't be seeing all these flashing lights right now?
Check out my red carpet dress.
So, when I said red carpet attire, I meant something... Wow!
I vacuumed it myself before we left.
It gave me hard wood.
The real star of the night is here.
Verne Troyer where?
No.
Barbara.
Come on, Barbara.
Let's make you a star.
Look.
It's Kielbasa, your favorite.
Come on.
Look.
Hey, everybody.
It's baby Barbara.
Here are some head shots.
She's cute, she's versatile, and like her mother, she can put all ten toes in her mouth.