“You shot your wine outta your trunk at her? I don’t care what she said to you, that ain’t right.”
“Oh come on, like I’m supposed to let her talk ’bout my weight, my ears, my brother? And not do somethin’ about it?”
“Whatever, li’l Miss Floppy Ears. That was some honest trash talk, and you coulda returned kind for kind. Instead, you the one got disrespectful.”
“It wasn’t nothin’! Bitch is lucky I didn’t trunk slap her spray tan off.”
“Uh-huh. And you lucky I pulled her off you before she ripped your ivories out!”
“She caught me off guard, that’s all! I didn’t know she could jump. Pounced like a hundred-pound Chihuahua. Hey, why you takin’ her side anyway?”
“Cause you forgot the manners your Mama taught you.”
“And now you think you can talk about my Mama?”
“Don’t try to throw your weight around with me. You know what I’m tellin’ you. Don’t matter the fight, elephants never spit!”
“That’s just a sayin’! Ain’t like we talkin’ the pirate code, here…”