[Sarah finally gets a call from Rachel, after starting a family a couple years ago]
Rachel:
Sarah. I'm at some party in some tree painting or something. You should come! Actually, you know what? I don't know if you could get in. It's, like, so f***ing exclusive.
Sarah:
I...I thought...you were dead.
Rachel:
Huh? Sorry? The DJ's really loud. He's playing some sick, like, alien bush house. You'd love it, Sarah!
Sarah:
Rachel. It's been nine years. I have a family now, a baby girl. I...I have a whole different life. Have you been partying for nine years?
Rachel:
Nine years? What? Nah, I've only been here for, like, five minutes, you dumb b*tch. Get a watch, you [bleep].
Sarah:
I went through so much pain, guilt and heartbreak and you were off partying this whole time?
Rachel:
Huh? Sorry, Sarah. I'm just getting a sausage sizzle.
