Ruby: I have that song stuck in my head.
Ginger: Which song?
Ruby: If I tell you, it will get stuck in your head, too.
Ginger: Not possible.
Ruby: Tainted Love.
Ginger: Oh, I can fix that.
Ginger: Yeah. Ready?
Ruby: Yes – wait!
Ginger: Too late! This is the song that does not end; yes it goes on and on my friend…
Ruby: I knew I should have asked for an explanation of the solution first…
Ginger: Is that not a good solution?
Ruby: I hate it when you do that to me!
Ginger: Are you still humming Tainted Love?
Ruby: No. Now I’m trapped in Lambchop Land.
Ginger: I have a solution for that.
Ruby: What is it?
Ginger: It’s kind of tricky to explain in words…
Ruby: What is it, Ginger?
Ginger: I don’t even have to sing the whole song.
Ruby: Oh, drat…
Ginger: Are you still singing the song that concluded Lambchop’s Play Along?
Ruby: No. Now I have Mm-Bop going on repeat in my skull!
Ginger: Well…I can fix that if you want…
Ruby: Yes. Please. I don’t care what it is – get this song out of my head!
Ginger: All the single ladies! All the single ladies! All the single ladies! All the single ladies!
Ruby: I take it back. I care.
Ginger: Is it because I did the dance, too?
Ruby: Please stop.
Ginger: Are you trapped in a song written by three brothers?
Ruby: No. But I’m quite sure that if I liked it, then I should have put a ring on it.
Ginger: Is that a discomforting thought?
Ruby: Can you get this out of my head, or is the solution worse?
Ginger: Ruby, y’know, sometimes I feel I’ve got to…
Ruby: To what?
Ginger: Get away. I’ve got to…
Ruby: Oh, no.
Ginger: Run away from the pain you drive into the heart of me the love we share seems to go nowhere…
Ruby: You’re right. That was the least awful song stuck in my head in the past two minutes.
Ginger: Take my love and that’s not really ALL! Tainted love…