G：Sunshine, you got a bad case of puppy love?

K：I’m not holding my breath. It’s so hard to stand out from all the other aspirants, you know.

So where were you all day?

B：Truant with Troy.

K：You look high on happy pills.

B：Oh, God, Kimberly, he’s a poet.

K：That’s what my mother called "damning with faint praise."

B：Kimberly and Troy used to go out. Now that Troy and I are together, she could have been a green-eyed monster, but instead she’s been really sweet about it.