Leslie: Oh my god, Kel, you were such a slut last night. I swear.
Kelly: Shut up, d-bag, you were so slutty last night, you were being such the whore!
Leslie: Okay, but can I just say, that when you took that baseball bat to Derek's skull, I LOST IT! I couldn't stop cracking up.
Kelly: O-M-G I know! But you were standing on his hands with high heels when he tried to call 911! You're such the super slut.
Leslie: His broken hands were so hard to walk on with my stiletto heel. I can still hear him scream.
Kelly: Ugh, that was SO annoying. It's like, who wants to be with someone that whiny? Let me see your nails, you have skin under there, take my file.
Leslie: Ew. Thanks, biatch. But you have to admit, he was being such a d-bag.
Kelly: Totes.
Leslie: You know when you were shoving his eyes back into his brain while he yelled for mercy one last time? I had that Justin song in my head. "Sick of all these people crying about. What's the deal with this pop life and whens it gonna fade out."
Kelly: Oh my god, we should go dancing tonight.>