Jill: Hey, where have you been?
Lill: *Rubs eyes* Argh, trapped in the elevator with three women who likely witnessed its invention. Between the floral patterned outfits reminiscent of a bad LSD trip and enough pink lipstick to put Avon out of business, I think it was the cloying scent of ‘Death by Gardenia’ that had me nearly passing out.
Jill: Well, we’re always talking about spending more time with our elders.
Lill: Right now I need to spend more time with Gerard Butler half-naked and killing things.