A: That StyleMint dress I was forced to buy is such crap. It's really thin and has big pockets sewn in right at the hip. WTF.
M: Oh what the hell. I am SO DONE with StyleMint. We need to be brave and quit them.
A: I want to quit! But they make you call them. On the phone.
M: I knoooooow. What if they transfer you to one of the Olsen twins? I am scared of them.
A: I think the twins are more scared of you than you are of them. Those girls haven't answered a phone in never.
M: I think you're confusing Olsen twins with field mice.
A: I don't think I am.
A: Now PLEASE show me where it says this crappy dress has big bunchy pockets.
M: NOWHERE. Nowhere does it say, OR SHOW, that!
I wanna quit the gym!
A: But... I won't have access to thin, poorly made, droopy t-shirts!
M: We need to do this. WE NEED TO QUIT.
A: EVERYTHING YOU HAVE IN HERE IS VERY DROOPY.
M: I WANNA QUIT THE GYM!
A: A PACT. WE BOTH CALL STYLEMINT AND QUIT THE GYM.
M: YES. YES WE WILL.
A: Hold me.
A: And by that I mean I'm on hold.
M: Are you really?
A: Being brainwashed by weird new age-y music.
M: Adrien, I am scared for you.
A: HAIL XENU.
M: Goddammit, I just knew this would happen.
A: DEACTIVATING. THERE IS NO CANCEL.
A: Can I interest you in an E-meter? Only $29.99 a month, whether you like it or not.
M: I don't know how it always comes back to Scientology, but there you go.