King of The Hill

Katt: You think Katt Savage is my real name? It's not. It's Barb Davis. And now...I'm free. Peggy: I-I do not understand. Katt: I knew I was drawn to you for a reason. I must've had a subconscious need to break away from all this. Peggy: Oh... so, I am so "uncool," I snapped you out of your hip trance? Katt: Exactly.

Peggy: I swear, we were not snooping, we, we were just trying to find a way out. Katt: (sighs) I never wanted anyone to see this. I don't know,...maybe I did, since I didn't keep it locked or anything. Bobby: You're not going to lock it now, are you? Katt: Being as cutting edge as I am, it's a full-time job. Seriously. I wake up when it's still dark to watch the European news. Then I check in with the club kids just before they go to bed. I read 142 blogs a day, every day, every hour. And look at me, I'm texting right now. (reads message) Huh. Wristbands are out. Katt: Sure, all of this seems crazy. But I don't know, I guess that's the price you pay for glamor. I mean, look at this bag. It's not coming out for three months. Peggy: I believe it. I want this bag, that collage, your life! Katt: Trust me, you don't. See, I follow trends. All of them, no matter what-- piercings, colonics, trendy surgeries, online affairs. I've even done some street fighting.

Michael: I'm Michael. Bobby: What if I told you my name was Amanda? It's not. It's Bobby. Michael (laughs): You're funny. That's major. Bobby: "Major"? Michael: Sorry, they use it in Britain. It means, you know, "cool." Like perfume that smells like dirt or numbers used as letters.

Bobby: Wow a whole new crop of girls! And not one of them has seen my flatulent monkey visits the post office routine.