Rachel: Well well. Looks like somebody had a rough night.
Peyton: Says the girl who poured drinks down my throat and then led me to my best friend’s boyfriend’s bed.
Rachel: Look, I just led you to the door, sweetheart.
Peyton: We’re not giant pandas, you know. You can’t just put us together and expect us to mate. And, do me a favor. Talk soft, you’ve got a terrible voice.
Rachel: Look, I was trying to help you out. I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted.
Peyton: You know what? You can’t see it, but underneath my sunglasses, I’m rolling my eyes.