KOURTNEY: I can't believe you did this.
KIM: I KNOW, don't I look super hot in my matching shirt?
KOURTNEY: I TOLD you I was going to wear the short version of Rihanna's freaky caftan and you SWORE you were okay with that.
KIM: I was okay with it! I am! Because my green variation of it totally upstages yours, what with the giant sleeves and the cleavage, so I had to wear it. I win. What UP, sibling rivalry!
KOURTNEY: You totally lose, though.
KIM: No way, I win every time. I mean, I'm the one who was famous first.
KOURTNEY: You so do NOT win in that thing. Nobody who wears a shirt that's also part-poncho is a winner.
KIM: It's so sweet how jealous you are.
KOURTNEY: HA HA HA. Oh, that's the only amusing thing you've ever said. Now, scamper off and go back to making turquoise jewelry, or holding seances, or eating cheesecake in the kitchen with your two roommates, or whatever it is you do.
KIM: Wave my boobs in my hot NFL-player boyfriend's face until the tabloids ask me when he's proposing. That's what I do. And it's a full-time job.
KOURTNEY: Well, it's nice to know you finally have one.
