Jill: You can't fire your own brother!
Tim: I just don't want another day like today. I'd like some peace and quiet. No more yakking or complaining for the rest of the night.
Angela: Do you have any soda?
Jill: Yeah. It's in the fridge.
Angela: I can't have diet soda because my mom believes, like, artificial sweeteners are really, really bad for you. So I have to have regular. But all you have is root beer which is, like, really, really gross. Or apple juice which is, like, really, really, bad for your teeth unless you water it down and that tastes yucky. So I'll just wait till I get home. Hi. [walks off]
Tim: Brad's new girlfriend?
Jill: Uh-huh.
Tim: Cute.