Theresa: “You could have told me that the window was open. If I had known that, I wouldn’t have slapped my lover and he wouldn’t have fallen out of it.”

Barbara: “That’s your own personal issue. I have problems of my own. Like this damn skirt that is riding way too high. I’m getting a rash.”

Theresa: “I don’t know if I can continue living here. You have too many dark secrets. Why is that coffee pot way the hell over there? Neither one of us can reach it.”

Barbara: “Still don’t care. Did I mention the rash?”

Theresa: “And why don’t the chairs match at this table?”

Barbara: “Well, there was this poker game one night. And I didn’t win.”

Theresa: “And the slot machines behind us?”

Barbara: “Same night, different story.”

Theresa: “Is this the point when I should mention that I’ll be moving out at the end of the month?”

Barbara: “You’re not going anywhere while your lover is ass-up in the alley. Now figure out how to reach that coffee pot, it’s going to be a long night.”