"ouch. that just hurt, hollywood. you’re trying to get rid of me already? we still have so much to talk about and catch up on. i need to know your birthday and favourite colour. it’s wrong of me to assume that it’s pastel pink to go perfectly with the tiffany’s turquoise that all of you malibu barbies love."
"it’s not turquoise, it’s called ‘tiffany blue’. pastel pink looks like someone threw up blood with their lunch. and for the record, pink and tiffany blue don’t go together. obviously."
"if you don’t wanna be called hollywood you really should downplay your whole … snob thing you’ve got going on right now."
"i’m not a snob you moron. i’m a girl. girls know these things. besides, tiffany’s is the international word for ‘a guy must really care about you because he spent so much money on a really nice piece of jewelry’. then again, you’ve probably never cared about a girl before you knocked some up so you didn’t need to buy them anything nice. and danica … she doesn’t really seem like the type to want jewelry.”
"are you cared for then ava? anyone special who buys you such nice pieces of jewelry?"