"Judging by how fast you turned up your nose when I offered you an evening of backgammon and rosé - to WELCOME you, no less - I'm really not your girl."

Last night, I thought Gaga returned from Paris with a new accent. I was trying to put my (non-stilletoed) finger on it, when she slipped back into her felt-lined monotone. Plus ça change.

Precisely. I watched Liz Taylor's transformation about 10 times. "See me, and go to hell!" Damn, give this guy the Emmy.