JAY: Hey, Bey.
BEYONCE: Hey, Jay.
JAY: You okay?
BEY: Like a fine cabernet.
JAY: Should we cover some Sugar Ray?
BEY: I want to do “My Way.”
JAY: Maybe someday.
BEY: I get a say. I’m the one with leather up in my va-jay-jay.
JAY: I don’t want to hear this today.
BEY: What, in case it deflates your souffle?
JAY: My interest in this shows exponential decay.
BEY: Tell me: What does this mask portray?
JAY: Something risque? Like a minx in the CIA?
BEY: IT LOOKS LIKE A POWER PLAY.
JAY: Nah, it’s just a mystery buffet.
BEY: WHAT buffet? I CAN’T EAT. MY MOUTH IS BLOCKED OFF. AM I BEING SILENCED? AM I SUBSERVIENT TO YOU NOW ALL OF A SUDDEN? DO YOU NOT GET WHY THIS LOOKS OFF?
JAY: Does that follow our rhyme? NAY.
BEY: FINE THEN. HOW’S THIS: I HOPE THAT’S A TOUPEE.
JAY: I miss Kanye.