D.E.B.S.2004

Scud:
Oh my God! What a disaster! I am so sorry! Leave it up to the D.E.B.S... your in a town a week and their all over you, grabbing...

[Lucy is sitting quiet with a little smile on her face]

Scud:
What?

Lucy:
I met someone.

Scud:
[Slamming on brakes] I knew it! I mean the thing about the dance was a little wierd, but i had a feeling that you and Ninotchka...

Lucy:
No, no, no, no, no Scud. Ninotchka was a train wreck thank you.

Scud:
[Puzzled] I'm not following.

Lucy:
Okay, but you have to promise that you're not going to freak out.

Scud:
Freak Out? Why would I freak out...

Lucy:
Well, ya know sometimes you...

Scud:
[Freaking out] OH MY GOD WHO IS IT?

Lucy:
What do you know about an Amy Bradshaw?

Scud:
Amy Bradshaw? The girl from the smuggling op?

Lucy:
No.

Scud:
Oh my god! Amy Bradshaw? Blonde hair? Plaid skirt? She's a D.E.B.!

Lucy:
So?

Scud:
Okay, not only is she a D.E.B., She's THE D.E.B.! She's the perfect score!

Lucy:
Yes, well, their poster child doesn't know it yet, but she's into me.