"I wrote one article on school uniforms, and she put strawberries in my yogurt." "How horrible for you?" "Oh, I had an allergic reaction to the strawberries, swelled up like a big Arothron hispidus. That's a blowfish. Be careful, Jo." "Thanks, but I'm not that worried."
"You know, the minute she keeps inviting everybody to join our group, there won't be any room left. At least Mandi understood the importance of exclusivity. Someone has to be the proletariat. That's lower class."
"Let's face it, Jo. The Plastics are the originals, and they don't have to pay anyone to be their friend." "No! You just sold out your friends for free!"
"Fine! Hate me. But you should know, I don't think Jo stole the money. I think Mandi did." "How do you know?" "Because I sort of gave her the idea to get Jo expelled. Also, Jo spent an awful lot of time putting together and sending out college applications for you. She even put together your portfolio. I helped her make about a dozen of those with journalism equipment. I hope you get into art school, Abby. I really do."
