Red Carpet Jerk

Jerk! POp-p-pop! Jerk over here! Jerk! POP-op! JERK! Jerk! Pop-pitty-pop-pop!
Jerkjerkjerk! Jerk! POP! Jerk! Jerk, smile! Ka-chee-Ka-chee Ka-chee! Jerk! Hey Jerk!
J! Jerk! JERK! -p-pop! Jerk, look this way! Jerk!
Jerk who are you wearing? JERK! Jerk, who's your date tonight?! Where's your date?

"Huh?"

Jerk, over here! Who are you wearing?

"Who am I wearing?!?"

Your suit! Who made your suit?!

"I dunno...prolly a couple of 9 year old girls in a sweatshop over in Bangladesh or some sh.."

Jerk's "handler": "NO! Ha ha... He didn't mean that folks! Armani. Jerk is wearing Armani." (Turns to Jerk whispering angrily) "Are you insane?! You can't joke about that stuff here! Armani will SUE! Just shush. Don't answer anymore questions. Just go inside!"

"But..."

"Just GO!!"

Jerk! Jerk, have you seen what Jessica Alba's wearing tonight? Jerk! JERK!

"Don't you mean WHO? If I drink enough at the after party she'll be wearing ME!"

Handler: "I said GO!"

"But..."

"GO!"

"Sigh...ok.....you never let me have any fun."