Jackie: So, then, after I finished putting all my pictures of Michael in my special Michael box, I realized that I'm so totally over him.
Donna: You liar. Look at yourself. And if you keep stuffing your face like this, you're gonna get...
Jackie: Don't you dare say it, you bitch.
Donna: Fat.
Jackie: No. [whimpers] No.
[fantasy:]
Jackie: Yep, I've almost finished my fifth pie, and I'm still completely over Michael.
Donna: Don't. Stop. Wait.
Jackie: Mmm. Blueberry. Hmm. I'm feeling kind of weird. Oh, no, what's happening to me? Oh, my God. Oh, goodness. Oh, gracious, oh, my! [whimpers]
Donna: No more pie for you. Okay, let's go, Jackie. Suck it in, Jackie.
[present:]
Jackie: Oh, my God, Donna, I'm scared. I have to control myself.
Donna: Okay, well, then let's start by you handing Donna the jerky.
Jackie: Back off, you Amazon. Look, I just need more time.
Donna: Okay, you slapping my hand when I tried to take your jerky is something a fat girl would do.