Leslie Knope: Hey, Ron, whose club do you think is better, yours or mine? The answer is mine. Say mine is better.
Ron Swanson: It's not a competition.
Leslie Knope: Oh, but it is. Your club made it a competition when they kept girls out. [as a Southern belle] Oh, my stars. I'm just a little lady. My fragile constitution cannot handle the fearsome outdoors.
Ron Swanson: I have no problem with strong women, Leslie.
Leslie Knope: Who's Leslie? My name is Annabelle Vandergraf, and, y'all, I just fall to pieces when the sun shines on my hair--ed.