G.B.F.2013

Caprice Winters:
This hack-tivist doesn't give a flying fairy about gay rights. She just did it to gain the advantage with you.

Fawcett Brooks:
Oh, you mean like what you did with that male-bate, Christian?

Caprice Winters:
Whatever! At least I tried to bride him with sex. I treated him like an actual human being and not some asexual, neutered little purse puppy.

Fawcett Brooks:
Come on, Tan. I've have enough bad dinner theater dramatics for one day. We've got a revolution to plan.

Caprice Winters:
Do not come for my craft, b*tch!

Fawcett Brooks:
Do not come for my B*TCH, b*tch!