Louise: We need a place to work.
Paris: My house is out.
Louise: Why?
Paris: Because it is.
Louise: We need a reason.
Paris: My mother is having the entire place redone. She wants all evidence of my father out of there. So unless you want to sit on no furniture while watching three Harvey Fierstein impersonators rip up the carpet and paint everything a ridiculous shade of white and call it "Angel's Kiss", then we're going to have to find somebody else's house.