Regine: Look outside. What is long, black and at the curb?
Khadijah: I ain't touching it.
Regine: Honey, it's a stretch limo.
Khadijah: Good, it'll go with your stretch marks.
Syclaire: Is it me, or do I sense a little tension here? Now, (Looks towards Khadijah) I know that your aries rising is constantly conflicting with her Tauras moon but can't we all just get along?
Regine: Well, you all can do whatever you like. I just came by to tell you that the limo outside happens to belong to my new boyfriend Brad.
Khadijah: Well, if we didn't have so much work to do here we'd love to her about your latest canine catch.
Regine: Oh, would you? (Sits on Syclaires desk) Well, Brad and I, we were on our way to lunch, but we never made it out of the limo. He ate caviar from my cleavage and we drank champaige from my shoe.
Khadijah: With them big ol' feet of yours ya'll musta been crazy drunk.
Regine: I'm telling you, now, Brad, he could be the one. He is fine, educated, wealthy, and has a butt that is dented on both sides with the promise of power. Whoo! (Fans herself)
Khadijah: We'll see how long this one lasts.
Regine: Uh, what's that supposed to mean?
Khadijah: Men dump you like Eddie Murphy albums. Look, Regine, if you wanna have a lasting relationship you need to start looking beyond a man's wallet.
Regine: Wait a minute, are you sayin' that I'm shallow?
Khaadijah: As a kiddie pool.