Chloe: I should go. How about tomorrow?
Jimmy: Oh jeez, I don't know. I don't know bitch, I got a lot to do.
Mrs. Livingston: And then Pinocchio came out of his plastic bubble and touched the filthy little whore next door and died. The End.
Mrs. Livingston: ...and the prince climbed up Rapunzel's hair to the top of the tower and said, "Come with me, and we'll live happily ever after." Then Rapunzel left her plastic bubble and died. The end.
Mrs. Livingston: Well, you'll certainly be in my prayers tonight. And I'll be praying you get nut cancer.