Ginger: Ruby? Jewel of my life?
Ruby: Ginger? Spice of my entree?
Ginger: I need you to drive me to the pet store.
Ruby: I’m not helping you get another fish. You always kill them in previously inexplicable ways.
Ginger: I’m not getting a fish.
Ruby: Right. That’s what I just told you.
Ginger: I’m getting a snake.
Ruby: …can’t you just get into Pokémon like a normal nerdy girl?
Ginger: I saw a mouse in my kitchen. I need a snake. I have it all picked out.
Ruby: There are other options.
Ginger: Look, do you remember the cockroach that was as big as a small poodle? And the spiders that were big enough to eat my shoe?
Ruby: Yes. Yes, I do.
Ginger: When have I ever had a normal pest problem?
Ruby: So…a snake, you say?
Ginger: Yes. I’m going to call him Sir Fluffikins of the Table de Cafe and if I do a good job caring for him, he could live to be 30 years old.
Ruby: That’s a big commitment, Ginger.
Ginger: So is getting married and having children, but people continue to do that.
Ruby: …..so a snake, you say?
Ginger: The guy at the pet store insisted I should not start a riot by taking Sir Fluffikins home on the bus, so I need a ride.
Ruby: What have you told Lightbulb?
Ginger: “Don’t go near the coffee table anymore.”
Ruby: You know chickens catch mice, too, right?
Ginger: Remember the cartoon Tom & Jerry?
Ruby: Lightbulb is like the cat?
Ginger: Lightbulb is still watching that on my TV at home. He isn’t very good at real life.
Ruby: They say pets resemble their owners…….