The Fugusuals

ALEXIS BLEDEL: Okay, Amber, come on, let’s go.

AMBER TAMBLYN: No! I’m not done getting my photo taken!

ALEXIS: Trust me. I’m trying to help. Let’s just go back to your place and have a bottle of wine.

AMBER: What is your beef? Are you embarrassed about your dress?

ALEXIS: MY dress? I mean, okay, so it’s a little unremarkable, but it’s not HURTING anyone. Unlike your pants.

AMBER: These pants are bitchin’.

ALEXIS: Those are winter harem pants. Do you hear me? HAREM PANTS. For WINTER.

AMBER: It’s a revolution!

ALEXIS: It’s ridiculous. If Jeannie dreamed of becoming a lawyer in, like, Milwaukee or something, she’d have ten pairs of those made. But you do not live in an oil lamp.

AMBER: Are they that bad?

ALEXIS: Honey, they give you Grandpa Crotch.

AMBER: … Okay, let’s get out of here.

ALEXIS: Finally.