The O.C.2003

Julie:
I don't want Chippendales! I want strippers! Full on, full frontal, male strippers. Preferably at a place that serves bottomless margaritas.

Kirsten:
Uh-huh. Or I could invite the girls over, and I could throw you a lovely catered bachelorette cocktail party.

Julie:
With strippers.

Kirsten:
Without strippers! Julie, we are smart sophisticated women. We don't need strange naked men dancing in front of us to be entertained.

Julie:
[pauses] I'm not as smart as you. Plus, the boys are getting strippers.

Kirsten:
The boys are not getting strippers!

Julie:
Kirsten, it's Las Vegas. You get strippers as a side with your entr?e. Of course they're getting strippers! Why else would Sandy go to Vegas with Caleb?

Kirsten:
Strippers, huh?

Julie:
Uh-huh. Let's get all the Newpsies into limos, drive to LA, have dinner on Sunset, then head south to Mantopia. Or The Stud Farm.

Kirsten:
You've done your research.

Julie:
Todd in accounting. Who also told me about this place called The Petting Zoo. It's not exactly legal, but...

Kirsten:
Julie, I am not going to a place called The Petting Zoo. You don't know where the pets have been.

Julie:
Just one little stripper. Who never hurt anyone. Who's just trying to make his way in the world... naked.