Beverly: You voted against me?
Jane Bales: [sighs] Lars, give me a moment, and then let's do that thing where I pretend I forget how to hit a backhand and you hold me from behind. I voted "yes" on you joining.
Beverly: What?
Jane Bales: Yeah. I would've loved to intimidate you with my naked locker room stretches. Somebody else blackballed you.
Beverly: But everyone else loves my special way.
Jane Bales: Mm, well, maybe you should ask your puckered friend.
Virginia Kremp: [scoffs] I have a naturally pinched face, and you said that you wouldn't tell! I lent you my Lars lesson so you would keep the secret. My Lars lesson!
Jane Bales: Whoopsie.
Beverly: How could you?
Virginia Kremp: How could I not? This place is my only safe haven from you. News flash... you can be very mean to me, Beverly.
Beverly: Oh, listen to you. You sound like a bleached-out sack of mulch.
Virginia Kremp: See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. And for the record, most of your insults don't even make sense!