Haymitch Abernathy according to The Devil Wears Prada.
Haymitch Abernathy: Details of your incompetence do not interest me. Tell Cinna that I’m not going to approve the clothes that he sent me for the tribute girl in the Arena. I asked for clean, athletic, smiling; he sent me dirty, tired and paunchy. And RSVP yes to the Caesar Flickerman interview. I want the driver to drop you off at 9.30 and pick you up at 9.45 sharp. And then call avoxes and tell them no, for the fortieth time, no, I don’t want them to wake me up. I want botles filled with warm liquor. And then call the tributes and remind them that the mentor-tribute conference is at his room tonight. And then call Cinna. Ask him to please meet me for a convo at that place I went to with Portia. Also, tell Cinna I saw all the pictures that he sent for that feature on the newspaper, and they’re all so deeply unattractive. Is it impossible to find a lovely, slender, female picture of the tribute girl? Am I reaching for the stars here? Not really. Also, I need to see all the things Portia has pulled for the tribute boy’s second cover try. I wonder if he’s lost any of that weight yet. Who is that?
Effie Trinket: Nobody! Oh, uhm, well, the Capitol sent her up about the tribute job, and I was sort of “pre-interviewing” her for you, but she’s hopeless and also totally wrong for –
Haymitch Abernathy: Well, the last two you sent me were completely inadequate, so … send her in. That’s all.