LINDSAY: I'm hungry.
TAYLOR: No, I am.
LINDSAY: I'm disaffected.
TAYLOR: No, I am.
LINDSAY: I'm really into eyeliner.
TAYLOR: No, I am.
LINDSAY: I'm wearing nine yards of cheap fake hair.
TAYLOR: No, I am.
LINDSAY: I'm bleaching the hell out of it, too.
TAYLOR: No, I am.
LINDSAY: I'm wearing an insect ring.
TAYLOR: No, I am. ... Wait, no, I'm not.
LINDSAY: I'm wearing thigh-highs.
TAYLOR: For once, I'm not.
LINDSAY: I'm all messily orange and shit.
TAYLOR: Not I!
LINDSAY: I look like I got punched in the lips.
TAYLOR: Nope.
LINDSAY: See? We're nothing alike.
TAYLOR: NOTHING.
