BLAKE LIVELY: Hi L.
LEIGHTON MEESTER: Hey, B.
BLAKE: Am I showing way too much skin?
LEIGHTON: As usual. Boobs OR legs, remember, Blake?
BLAKE: I have the worst time with that.
LEIGHTON: We know. And your dress has an open back.
BLAKE: So?
LEIGHTON: You're beating us about the head and neck with your hotness, when you really ought to just let it hug us tenderly.
BLAKE: I don't know what that means.
LEIGHTON: Stop showing so much skin. For the 10th time.
BLAKE: Your turn.
LEIGHTON: Whatever do you mean?
BLAKE: Uh. Your dress is like way too big for you and you're wearing shoulder pads that give a whole new meaning to the phrase, "don't squeeze the Charmin."
LEIGHTON: What new meaning is that?
BLAKE: I don't know. It was the only toilet paper joke I could think of.
LEIGHTON: Bitch, please, this outfit is directional.
BLAKE: It should have directed you to a tailor. And what about your face? At least my makeup looks awesome.
LEIGHTON: Your hair doesn't.
BLAKE: WE'RE STILL TALKING ABOUT YOU:
BLAKE: And YOUR hair looks so --
LEIGHTON: Enough, Blondie.
BLAKE: Sorry, L. At least you can use your shoulder pads to blot the sweat from your furrowed brow.
LEIGHTON: Too little, too late, B.
