PARIS HILTON'S IDENTITY CRISIS

THAT’S SO HOT – NOT! PARIS HILTON, who’s totally over in TinselTown, marched past a dozen ladies lined up outside the john at Hollywood club Coco de Ville, arrogantly announced she needed to get in first – and recoiled when one girl snapped: “No butting in, bitch!”

Another yelled: “Yeah… wait in line like the rest of us!” Frenzied by the relentless dissing, spoiled super-brat spat: “Excuse meeee! Do you know who I AM?”

Quicker-than-this, Girl No. 1 snarked: “Why?...Don’t YOU know who you are?”

Ignoring Paris’ evil glare, another Mean Grrl shouted: “Hey, everybody – this poor chick doesn’t know who she is! Can someone, like, tell her?”

The girls started shouting stuff like… “Who is she?”…“Don’t know!”…“Never seen her before!”…as Paris got red-faced and teary-eyed, screaming: “You’re all just jealous – because you wish you could be me!”

Heir-Head then turned tail and ran as a tormentor jeered: “How can we be jealous and want to be you – when we don’t know who YOU are?!”

Paris zipped back to her table, told pals she’d had it, and split the club pronto.