[flashback:]
Eleanor: Paula! Hey, girl. How's the dog?
Paula: Still fat, Eleanor. Still fat. The vet says his stomach expanded to the size of a basketball and that it will never shrink.
Eleanor: Mmm. Oh, well, that's not my fault. How was I supposed to know he would literally eat all of the food?
Paula: It shouldn't have been an issue. You were supposed to be there, but you broke your promise as soon as it wasn't convenient for you, and now I have a very bulbous dog.
Eleanor: Well, you know what? You're rude. 'Cause you didn't even ask me how the Rihanna concert was. She was very late. And a little drunk.