SELENA: Hey, Zooey.
ZOOEY: What’s up, buttercup? You look pretty, in that kind of ‘cheerleader going to her spring dance’ kind of way.
SELENA: Is that a bad thing?
ZOOEY: Only if you accidentally break into some high kicks, Tricks.
SELENA: Well, YOU look… fine, actually. That dress is nice. And your hair looks less fake. And no tights!
ZOOEY: That was the plan, Stan. It’s time for some bare legs, scrambled eggs!
SELENA: Why are you rhyming?
ZOOEY: Does that not seem like something I would do, little boo?
SELENA: I don’t know, but it’s sort of creepy. Can you stop?
ZOOEY: Sure. Maybe instead we’ll just stand here and talk about whether Justin Bieber is a sensitive lover.
SELENA: Ugh, never mind, go back to the rhymes.
ZOOEY: Yeah, that’s what I thought, fembot.