13 Going on 302004

Arlene:
I have your urgent messages.

Jenna:
Let's hear them.

Arlene:
Well, okay. Emily Pratt called and wanted me to tell you, "I can't believe you scooped my story on Vivienne Tam, you backbiting b*tch. That was a new level of sleaze, even for you. I hope you die in one of her casual pantsuits."

Jenna:
Oh, my God, that was so mean.

Arlene:
Miss Lewis called. She said, "I hope you choke on your own bile, you pretentious, conniving snake."

Jenna:
Maybe I should read them myself.