G:Sunshine, you got a bad case of puppy love?
K:I’m not holding my breath. It’s so hard to stand out from all the other aspirants, you know.
So where were you all day?
B:Truant with Troy.
K:You look high on happy pills.
B:Oh, God, Kimberly, he’s a poet.
K:That’s what my mother called "damning with faint praise."
B:Kimberly and Troy used to go out. Now that Troy and I are together, she could have been a green-eyed monster, but instead she’s been really sweet about it.