Ruby: Hey! You’re back!
Ginger: I need your arms around me I need to feel your touch.
Ruby: And you’ve lost your mind again.
Ginger: You tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you care, but when I need you, baby—
Ruby: Baby? Oh. “Never There” by Cake. This is how the plane hangover is affecting you this time?
Ginger: I should have taken a picture of my ankles.
Ruby: Is this a new Cake song?
Ginger: I seem to have an attention span problem.
Ruby: Seem to?
Ginger: I should be getting my photos back tomorrow.
Ruby: This is why you need a digital camera.
Ginger: Digital cameras are for wussies. Film cameras are for those who take pride in the past.
Ruby: And afraid of technology. You know, for someone who works with computers all day long, I’m surprised you’re so afraid of digital cameras, Facebook, paying bills online…
Ginger: Yeah, well, when the zombies attack, at least I’ll know who I don’t owe money to!
Ruby: Ginger, when the zombies attack, why will you care?
Ginger: I…need a cheeseburger.
Ruby: It’s not even 11 yet, and you need a cheeseburger?
Ginger: Um…yeah. Something like that. I think.
Ruby: Okay. So, how was the trip?
Ginger: Fine. Awesome. Amazing. Wonderful. Wait until I tell you the stories!
Ruby: Let’s hear them!
Ginger: Um. No.
Ruby: No? Why not?
Ginger: I…think they would sound a lot better if I wasn’t so easily distracted…
Ruby: You’re always easily distracted.
Ginger: Do you have any nail polish? I think I want to paint my nails a girly color…
Ruby: I’m not giving you anything with fumes right now.
Ginger: I can handle it! I swear! Look, I can touch my nose! Oh! I have a present for you!
Ginger: Yes! But only if you are not sarcastic for the rest of the day. Possibly longer.
Ruby: Okay… I will digitally remove the sarcasm from my words.
Ginger: Is that possible?
Ruby: With today’s technology, we can do anything.
Ginger: Until the zombies attack.
Ruby: Yeah. Until then.
Ginger: Still. I fear this ‘technology’ you speak of. I shall keep to my antiquated ways. Until the teleportation devices become readily accessible to the public.
Ruby: Then you’ll accept Facebook into your life?
Ginger: No, never that. But I might buy a digital camera then.
Ruby: Glad you’re not rushing into anything…
Ginger: Hey! I must be getting over this plane hangover, because I think I stayed relatively on topic for the past few minutes!
Ruby: Are you sure?
Ginger: Zombie, zombie, something about technology, zombie…yeah. I think I did.
Ruby: I’m so proud.
Ginger: Do you have your zombie plan ready?
Ginger: What is it?
Ruby: If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.
Ginger: …you’re lying.
Ruby: Just wait till the zombie uprising happens.
Ginger: I’ll cry a little when I have to destroy you.
Ruby: You could always join the zombies with me. Think about it: people will be running away from you. You can have all the space you want, all to yourself…no idiots around for miles and miles.
Ginger: Your argument is compelling…shame on you for taking advantage of my plane hangover state of mind!
Ruby: It’s all too easy sometimes…