Ginger: Ruby, I’m broken!
Ruby: Don’t you mean ‘broke?’
Ginger: No, I’m broken. With an ‘N’ at the end.
Ruby: Like, I need to get some glue and put you back together?
Ginger: So broken!
Ruby: You don’t look broken.
Ginger: Looks are often deceiving.
Ruby: True; you look like a sensible adult. I know better.
Ginger: See? I…should probably be offended at that, shouldn’t I?
Ruby: How are you broken?
Ginger: I tripped and fell and broke.
Ginger: Um…blood vessels?
Ruby: So, you’re not actually “broken,” just “bruised.”
Ginger: It’s not the same thing?
Ruby: Really not.
Ginger: That explains why Elle said to stop whining and go to work anyway.
Ruby: Then why did you come here?
Ginger: Well…I feel broken.
Ruby: I feel like I deserve two minutes of my life back.
Ginger: I can give you a hug…will that suffice?
Ruby: I thought you were broken?
Ginger: It comes and goes.
Ruby: Yeah. I thought so.