Rose: Anything on tonite on cable?
Carly: Not much. Too many people watching television. Not enough people making it.
Rose: One day there'll be more channels than programmes.
Carly: There is this film Nitemare In Fattsville.
Rose: Isn't that the film we're living since Rexie turned up?
Carly: We should be film stars realy.
Rose: I know so many people who never have their 15 minutes of fame there must be someone
having a whale of a time on everyone's share.
Carly: Its those Random male singer featuring Compulsory Girl combos that dominate the
charts.
Rose: Yeah, so lame. Give me country and western anyday.
Carly: Anyone who was any good wouldn't have to feature anyone anyway.
Rose: You mean like Carly featuring Rose.
Carly: No, I mean its more like Rose featuring Carly.
Rose: Isn't.
Carly: Is.
Rose: Is.
Carly: Isn't.
Rose: What were we talking about?
Carly: Dunno...Food, probably.
Honeysugar: Hi, honeys, I'm home. Victor the Vaccuum back again.
Carly: Wish there was a vaccuum. Then we wouldn't have to hear her.
Honeysugar: Sorry, you'll have to speak up. My hoover has a jet engine inside it. Its guaranteed
against Al Qaieda attack.
Rose: I depend on my President with rockets in his pockets for that.
Carly: Aren't you a bit early anyway.
Honeysugar: There was a rumor going round of a sugar puff spill. I couldn't wait any longer. I
had to see the crash scene.
Rose: Ah, yes. That was Carly. Its piled up in the corner of the kitchen floor with all mangled
bits of sugar lumps.
Carly: I saw it as divine prophecy leaving it there. Tripping on my low heels saved me like a
million calories in damages. I had a snickers bar instead.
Honeysugar: Fun sized?
Carly: No, the REAL fun size!
Honeysugar: Realy, you two! You're like a television show in your own living room.
Rose: Fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes.
Carly: I'd realy hoped for something better.