PAIGE: I tell you, Nicole, when the cafeteria has pizza for lunch, it's like all my troubles disappear. I mean, who cares about a dumb Shakespeare quiz?! Who cares that I've got a lab report due?! Who cares that I left my book bag at home?! I'm going to have pizza! Well, I'd better get in line.
NICOLE: Don't you keep your wallet in your book bag? You can have my yogurt ...
PAIGE: The Irony Gods must be rolling on the floor.
¶ Foxtrot
