Ginger: It never fails.
Ginger: Fake snow. In my pockets.
Elle: You really have no one to blame but yourself.
Ginger: sigh. I know.
Ruby: I think that actress was over-reacting a little.
Elle: But I was impressed with the fake snowball. It held up pretty well.
Ruby: And the way she worked it into the show? Inspiring. Truly inspiring.
Ginger: Well, you two didn’t have to applaud so enthusiastically, you know…
Elle: When you see a great moment, you should applaud enthusiastically.
Ginger: Regardless, what shall we do next?
Ruby: Yes, next. We’re all awake and it’s a lovely Friday night…oh! The pool hall is open right now!
Ginger: No, she gets way too crazy in a pool hall. We’re not going there.
Elle: Says the woman who just prompted a professional actress to throw a synthetic snowball at her during a performance.
Ruby: Good point. I applaud you. Besides, she only dislikes the idea because then she has to be the Mommy.
Elle: Oh! We’re so going, then.
Ginger: That’s not why I dislike the idea! I dislike the idea because we seem to find all the freaks there.
Ruby: And this is different from anywhere else…….how?
Elle: I call shotgun!
Ginger: Seriously, we’re not going there.
Ruby: Oh, yes we are. I still have to show Elle the Wall of 7’s.
Ginger: No, no 7’s! If we go, we’re playing darts!
Elle: Yay! I can make my own Wall of 7’s – with DARTS!
Ginger: And when I say “darts,” I mean “kirigami at a table tucked WAY in the back of the bar across the street.”
Ruby: You only say that because I just taught you that word.
Elle: But I’m really suddenly very in the mood for pool…
Ruby: Me, too. I’ll drive.
Ginger: No, no, no, no, no!
Ruby: This always happens, keep walking away. She’ll follow eventually.
Elle: I know. I have to do this in front of tattoo parlors constantly.
Ruby: She follows you away from them?
Elle: Well, technically, I take her purse with me, but it still works.
Ruby: I’ll try that next time.
Ginger: Okay, I’m here. And since I’m going to have to be The Mommy…wait, why is it that one of us always has to be The Mommy?
Ruby: It’s the way things work. Any time women are around each other, there’s always titles.
Elle: Oh, that’s right…The Maid, The Mother and The Crone…
Ruby: Um…yeah, but not quite what I was going for…
Ginger: You mean The Mommy, The Sarcastic, The Saint, and The Promiscuous?
Ruby: Again…not quite…
Elle: The Carrie, The Miranda, The Charlotte and The Samantha?
Ginger: I thought I just did that…
Ruby: Look, how can I put this…there always has to be a Mommy because the balance is off, otherwise.
Ginger: What balance?
Elle: There always has to be someone with bail money. Without the Mommy, we’d all end up in jail. For different reasons, obviously.
Ruby: Not everyone argues quite so vehemently with the meter maids over tickets as Elle does.
Elle: Not everyone gets their very own Wall of 7’s.
Ginger: You’ve only listed things you two do. I wouldn’t end up in…huh…more fake snow. How does this get there?!
Elle & Ruby: (applaud. But a slow, sarcastic applause this time.)