Lisa:
Christine, I could wring your stupid neck.
Alasdair:
What are you girls fighting about, anyway?
Lisa:
You'll never guess what she did at lunch yesterday.
Alasdair:
She took her milk [pours a milk carton down Alasdair's shirt] and poured it down my shirt like this.
Christine:
Oh, big deal! You know what she did? She took her Jell-O and [takes a handful of Jell-O and stuffs it in Alasdair's shirt pocket] first she put in my pocket [squishes the pocket] like that, and then she took some more and [takes another handful and smooshes it on Alasdair's shirt] smooshed in on my shirt like that, and then she smooshed it [takes a thid handful and smooshes it on Alasdair's shirt collar] on my neck!
Lisa:
Well, I was just trying to get even! [grabs a bottle of ketchup] Then you took your ketchup [squirts it on Alasdair's shirt] and squirted it all over me like this!
Christine:
Lisa... THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY NO REASON [tears a sleeve off Alasdair's shirt] TO RIP THE SLEEVE OFF MY SHIRT!
Alasdair:
Now, girls, this is pointless. You have been friends much, much too long to fight. Now, truce?
[He grabs the girls' hands and moves them together.]
Alasdair:
Come on, now make up. Truce? There.
Lisa:
Sorry.
Christine:
I'm sorry, too. It was my fault.