Chris: Hollywood Divine? sounds like a drag queen.
Cassis: Ooh! I like that comic One Piece! Let's open it!
Cassis: Hmm... her dress looks a little tragic close-up. It looks okay from a distance though.
Chris: Her face is greasy! But she's not too bad looking!
Chris: Hello Ms. Divine! I'm Chris! And this is my side-kick, Cassis!
Cassis: Am I now?
Hollywood: ...
....
This place stinks. What's with the wood veneer???
Chris: It was all the rage when this room was last decorated back in the '60's.
Hollywood: Chris, right? I'm absolutely dying for a sip of Champange! Cassis, can you please fix me up some abalone?
Chris: We don't have Champange here. And no abalone either.
Cassis: You're welcome to some abalone biscuits Stan brought home as a gag though.
Hollywood: What! What kind of place do you expect me to live in! And these abalone biscuits tastes like deer $#!^!!!
Cassis: Listen up! Divine, you're the biggest, meanest....
Chris: Fingers are worth a hundred words, brother.
Hollywood: Oh, please! I'm worth more than this! You know there are only 4000 like me? I'm meant to be appreciated in my collectible, mint box and be admired by all!
Chris: One of you is enough.
Cassis: You'll be admired in your box all right.
Cassis: Shall I?
Chris: Let's go.
Divine: Hey! Not the shipper!
Cassis: Her necklace was nice.
Chris: I'm going upstairs.
Cassis: Huh? What's that card?
Chris: I'm going to order myself a mail-order bride with Stan's new card & the tax refund.
The End.