SUSAN: Hey, Thelma.
GEENA: Hey, Louise.
SUSAN: You look… my GOD, woman, were you always this tall?
GEENA: I know, right? And… were you always this… doily’d?
SUSAN: I’m just kidding. I have no idea what is happening on my body right now.
GEENA: I was going to say. Your head is outstanding, but from the neck down you look like a third-grade teacher whose class tried to trap her inside snowflakes of homicidal doom.
SUSAN: Well, I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first time.
GEENA: But… I mean, are you wearing… a garment, of some kind, that hides your Sarandon? Or is that just a long shirt with… what is happening?
SUSAN: Geena, seriously, I don’t know. I play ping-pong now.
GEENA: I see.
SUSAN: And that’s a gateway to beer pong, so basically, you’re lucky I’m not curled up inside a Solo cup right now.
GEENA: It might be a better fashion statement.
SUSAN: Whatever, Thelma. You are wearing a mud puddle.
GEENA: Have you ever gone as Susan Saran Wrap for Halloween? I just have to ask.
SUSAN: Hop in my car. I have a cliff I’d like to show you.