Lill: I think we should form a girl group.
Jill: *Raises eyebrow* Did you get into tomorrow’s box of wine early?
Lill: No seriously – you can sing and I look hot in pleather.
Jill: I thought we talked about how dangerous it can be doing certain things based on a dare – I feel I should point out that this might be one of those things.
Lill: No one’s put me up to this and I’m not having a second quarter life crisis – think of how great it could be: you get implants, I perform sexual favours for all the industry connections, we throw together a GLORIOUS auto-tuned masterpiece, and BAM! – a reality show, a feature fragrance and book deal all before we’re 30!
Jill: While I’m impressed by this demonstration of creative thinking, I’m afraid it ranks far too high on the ‘ridiculous things Lillian thinks will make us rich’ scale to tempt me – this of course is right behind the idea of selling yellow feathers on eBay with the claim that they came from Big Bird, and just ahead of your tele-broker scheme to sell stock advice, of which you know nothing.
Lill: *Whining* But Jill – we could be the next Saturdays.
Jill: We’re too old.
Lill: So we’ll get botox! We could be the next Veronicas!
Jill: We’re not Aussies.
Lill: We can fake accents and say Paul Hogan’s your uncle – We could be the next t.A.T.u!
Jill: We’re not Russian lesbians.
Lill: We could –
Jill: NO, we couldn’t…
Lill: I’m disappointed in you Jillian – I even drafted a business model, wrote our first single, and designed costumes for our world tour.
Jill: *Sigh* Why am I always feeling like Ethel next to your Lucy?
Lill: Hmm…maybe ’cause I once dated that Cuban guy?
Jill: *Sigh* Yeah, I’m sure that’s it.