Virginia Kremp: You here to dump your breakfast fats on my lawn?
Beverly: No, no. We pour them down the storm drain now. Ginzy, I haven't treated you kindly, so I am going to apologize for everything I've ever said to you.
Virginia Kremp: Okay, well, that's not necessary.
Beverly: Like the time I called you a leather-faced manatee.
Virginia Kremp: Bev, you don't have to list each and every...
Beverly: No. Ginzy, I love you. You deserve this. I should not have said that you were dumber than a river weasel. You are nothing like a bag of loose poultry. And I didn't mean it when I said you have the face of an alcoholic bottlenosed dolphin. I meant that for Essie.
Virginia Kremp: Thanks.
Beverly: Nor do you have an ass like a deflated balloon left in the sun.
Virginia Kremp: Okay, some of these are just kinda stinging me all over again.
Beverly: You are not a human version of cramps.
Virginia Kremp: I don't remember that one.
Beverly: And you are not the last doll on the shelf, the one that's been dropped too many times and maybe stepped on. [voice breaks] And I mean that. Ginzy, I may not have a right to ask for forgiveness, but I'm going to anyway, because I can't lose you. You're my best friend.