"I have such a yucky taste in my mouth from those toquitos. Remember that
one time I threw up from bad Mexican food?" -Michele
"Oh, my God, I hate throwing up in public." -Romy
"I'm in a rush." --Heather
"Well I'm going as fast as I can Ms. Mooney, Heather Mooney. From Sagebrush
High in Tuscon?" --Romy
"Yeah." --Heather
"It's Romy, Romy White!" --Romy
"You're shitting me." --Heather
"Wow, I didn't know you were living in LA." --Romy
"Well, now that you do, will we be getting together a lot." --Heather
"Heeeh. Wow you're driving a new Jaguar. What do you do?" --Romy
"Ever hear of LadyFair cigarettes?" --Heather
"The ones that burn down real fast?" --Romy
"Twice the taste, in half the time, for the gal on the go. I invented the
quick burning paper." --Heather
"So you goin to the reunion?" --Heather
"Reunion?" --Romy
"Our ten-year high school reunion, in Tuscon." --Heather
"It's been ten years since high school. God where have I been." --Romy
"I'm stumped, where?" --Heather
"Well, anyways, are you going." --Romy
"I'd rather put this out in my ass." --Heather
"I wonder why we didn't get an invitation. I'm sure Michele would have told
me if we'd gotten one." --Romy
"Michele, Weinbeger?" --Heather
"Yeah."
"Do you live with Michele Weinberger?"
"Yeah"
"Oh, I just thought she'd be married to Sandy by now."
"Sandy Frink"
"Yes, Sandy Frink. He could barely control his erection everytime she was
around, why do you think he always carried that huge notebook?."
"The Frinkazoid and Michele, I'm sure. Besides didn't you have a thing for
Sandy in high school?"
"I did not have a thing. I did not have a thing. I was very much in love
with him. Very much in love. And there's a difference, there's a difference,
there's a difference. I have to go now."
"Well, I'll tell everyone you said hi at the reunion."
"Why don't you tell them all I said to go fuck themselves for making my teen
years a living hell."
"Yeah, right."
