Eight bitches left. 

JANELLE MONAE vs. ZACHARY QUINTO

Janelle: Really? Eight of us left, and I’m up against a pretty boy in a suit?

Zachary:

Janelle: I’m sorry, but I just feel like at this point in the competition, this should be more of a challenge.

Zachary:

Janelle: Don’t lie, Zachary. You expected to lose by now too.

Zachary:

Janelle: Whatever. I’m just saying, if it was going to be this easy, they should have crowned me in Round 1.

Zachary:

Janelle: You’ve got to be at least a little bit nuts if you think you can defeat me, darling.

Zachary:

Janelle: Is that supposed to scare me?

Zachary:

Janelle: Listen, honey. I don’t dislike the suits. The suits are nice! Better than most, even! If you want an award for Best Dressed Man in Hollywood, I’ll nominate you yesterday.

Zachary: 

Janelle: But right now, you’re in my way. And you need to leave before you get a stiletto through your foot.

Zachary:

EMMA STONE vs. EVAN RACHEL WOOD

Emma:

Evan: Oh, it’s going to be like that?

Emma:

Evan: I’m the one who’s about to use 7 suits to knock your ass out of this competition.

Emma:

Evan: Hey, I made the most of the ten times I was on the red carpet this year, bitch. Sorry I didn’t have seventy-thousand red carpet events to attend this year like YOU.

Emma:

Evan: Or a girl could stop caring about fame and fortune and focus on the art, like I do.

Emma:

Evan: Well, YOU’RE impractical!

Emma:

Evan: Whatever. I’m still going to destroy you in this competition.

Emma:

Evan: There’s no need to get defensive, Emma. It’s just a game. A game I’m going to win.

Emma:

Evan: Eh, I’ve been called worse.

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Don’t sleep on the Fabness – the back half of the Elite Eight will go live tomorrow!

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