TILA: Hurry up, betch, and kiss me.
COURTENAY: Hold your horses, lady! I gotta uncross my eyes first.
TILA: Ughhh. Not that again.
COURTENAY: Yes, that again.
TILA: I sure know how to pick ‘em.
COURTENAY: (hysterically laughing) Betch, pleeeeeease. Do you know how much my daddy’s worth? I could buy your little Chinese ass if I wanted to.
TILA: Dude. I’m Vietnamese, you dumb slut.
COURTENAY: What’s the diff?
TILA: Good point. Did you get those wonk-eyes uncrossed yet? We gotta make out, betch. People don’t believe I’m bi and I really really really need the street cred, ‘kay?
COURTENAY: And I really really really need people to know who the fuck I am. Hanging out with other rich betches is not really helping. (beat) You’re right. We both really really really need each other.
TILA: That’s what I’m sayin’! Trust me. I have the Mid-ass touch. Everything I rub on turns to gold.
COURTENAY: Alright, alright! I’ve almost got my eyes uncrossed.
TILA: Fuck. We’re getting nowhere with this. (sighs) Just take the picture.
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