Fugolange

BEYONCE: Oh, Sol. You are always copying me.

SOLANGE: What?

BEYONCE: You know.

SOLANGE: Do I? Look: You look gorgeous in that dress and those shoes, and your hair has never looked better. Me? I shaved my head, I’m wearing a tank top that looks like the Tin Man sneezed on my shoulders, I’m in a pink satin diaper, and my shoes are bipolar. What EXACTLY does any of this have in common with you?

BEYONCE: Honey. You’re carrying my purse, but in gold.

SOLANGE: Of course I have one. WE ARE PROMOTING THEM.

BEYONCE: A likely story, sweetpea.

SOLANGE: I hate you.

BEYONCE: I know. I’d hate me, too.