Blair: You don't want to make phone calls. What you should do is mail invitations. You can use some of mine.
Jo: Blair, this is not some fancy debutante ball. It's a little get-together.
Blair: Well it's your first little get-together and you should do it right.
Jo: Blair, it's my little get-together and I'll do it anyway I want.
Blair: What does that mean? Taco chips and beer?
Jo: What's wrong with that?
Blair: I suppose we can also look forward to an evening of heavy metal and hearing loss. Well if you want to scream over that-
Jo: Blair it's my party and I'll scream if I want to! And I'll invite who I want the way I want!
Blair: Fine. Go ahead and make phone calls. I don't care. I don't care if you shout it at the top of your lungs!
Jo: Great! THE PARTY IS SATURDAY NIGHT AT EIGHT O'CLOCK!
Blair: I WON'T BE THERE!