Julie: I'm not even going to start out with pleasant preliminaries.. How in the HELL can you stand being best friends with JRT Bitch?!

Trace: Well, he wears my clothes.. and he's famous..

Julie: Good reasons, ASS. Do you realize you charge 35 dollars for a freakin' bedazzled bandana?!

Trace: It looks just like Justin's..

Julie: WHO FUCKIN' CARES?! I'd rather eat shit then pay 35 dollars for a damn bandana when I can go down to the corner store, BUY my OWN bandana for 3 bucks, and BEDAZZLE it myself!

Trace: Uhh, yeah..

Julie: Whatever.. your clothes are ugly, you know that, right?

Trace: They are not! Each one has my personal signature on them.

Julie: And I care.. because? What do you do? Hang the pants on a wall and throw paint at them? Thats what it looks like, bud.

Trace: Its called STYLE.

Julie: FUCK STYLE! I GOT CHO' STYLE RIGHT HERE!!

Julie moons Trace.

Trace: Have you seen a psychiatrist?

Julie: I GOT CHO' PSYCHIATRIST RIGHT HERE!! *gives him the finger*

Trace: You need help.

Julie: YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CHARGES 35 DOLLARS FOR A DAMN BANDANA AND GOD KNOWS HOW MUCH FOR THOSE MUFUGY PANTS!

Trace: Look, I'm sorry. Here's a free bandana courtesy of Trace This Clothes.

He thrusts it at her and runs out of the room.

Julie: WTF??!?! I DON'T WANT YOUR DAMN BANDANA!! I GOT CHO' BANDANA RIGHT HERE BOYEEEEEEEE

Julie runs out of the room after Trace, screaming the whole way.