Ginger: Ruby? Open up!
Ruby: Ginger, I honestly don’t know why you…what are you wearing?
Ginger: I believe it is referred to as a ‘dress’ in some cultures.
Ruby: Did we have plans this evening?
Ginger: No. We have a crisis this evening.
Ruby: What is the definition of ‘crisis’ this evening?
Ginger: I caught the bouquet.
Ruby: That’s it? That’s the crisis?
Ginger: You didn’t let me finish the story.
Ruby: I see. Who got married?
Ginger: The bride, I hope…
Ginger: I don’t know, like I’m supposed to keep track of these things?
Ruby: Well, why were you there?
Ginger: They were short a bridesmaid. The dress fit me. It was Fate, laughing her butt off at my expense. I had a free afternoon. I don’t know, pick a reason!
Ruby: Well…but…you don’t believe in fate.
Ginger: Not “fate,” Ruby, Fate. My roommate in college.
Ruby: …you had a roommate in college?
Ruby: It’s just so…I always had you pegged as a loner in college.
Ginger: No, no, loner was my high school years. Always surrounded by friends was how I spent college.
Ruby: What about grade school?
Ginger: Ruby! Focus! Bouquet in my hands!
Ruby: Why did you reach for it?
Ginger: I wasn’t! I was hailing a cab!
Ruby: That’s a weird spot to throw a bouquet.
Ginger: Well, technically, she was throwing the bouquet at my head, but…
Ruby: What did you do?
Ginger: I ran.
Ruby: No, to start her chasing you.
Ginger: I ran.
Ruby: I think I’m lost…
Ginger: The DJ announced it was time to throw the bouquet, asking all the single ladies to go onto the dance floor. So I left. And then Fate chased me. So, I ran.
Ruby: You ran?
Ginger: I ran so far away.
Ruby: Don’t tell me…
Ginger: Couldn’t get away.
Ruby: Yeah…tell me about the cab, though?
Ginger: Right, well I got out of the reception hall and tried to hail a cab, but she threw the bouquet at my head.
Ginger: I don’t know. She’s trying to set me up with eight guys right now. I swear, she’s just trying to see me wed and bed.
Ruby: Wed and bed?
Ginger: Isn’t that what I said?
Ruby: I hope this is just to get me back for Friday, when I emailed you the list of puns…
Ginger: It might be.
Ruby: Well, despite that, what happened next?
Ginger: I got in the cab and left.
Ruby: You left?
Ginger: Well, yeah, I had everything I needed with me.
Ruby: But…she threw the bouquet at your head, you got in the cab and you left?
Ginger: If she’s not going to be a gracious hostess, I’m not going to remain at the party.
Ruby: You’re just going to take your ball and go home, huh?
Ruby: So, why are you here?
Ginger: She’s waiting at my apartment.
Ruby: She’s what?
Ginger: Waiting at my apartment. With Elle. Apparently, they think I need to return to the party.
Ginger: I may have inadvertently taken the wrong cab.
Ruby: What do you mean by that?
Ginger: As in, maybe there were no cabs, it was all valet parking and I had the bride-n-groom’s getaway car ticket.
Ruby: Ginger, there is no easy way to say this to you…
Ginger: Is there ever?
Ruby: Good point. But, nevertheless…if it’s not your ball, you can’t take it when you go home.
Ginger: But it’s so pretty!
Ginger: But, Ruby…she threw a bouquet at my head!
Ruby: That’s no reason to steal their car.
Ginger: Man…I knew I shoulda just gone to the track without you…
Ruby: Well, now you know for future reference. I will not let you commit a felony just to teach a lesson to your college roommate.
Ginger: She had it comin’.
Ruby: I’m sure. Now, come on, let’s go return the silly car.
Ginger: But, Ruby!
Ruby: No, Ginger.
Ginger: If you’da been there, I’m sure that you woulda done the same!
Ruby: No more musicals about felons for you…