Tiffany: Who cares? That would be like my brother dating Chelsea.
Chelsea: Oh, just because my family's yacht is smaller than yours, you think you're better than me?
Tiffany: Well... yeah!
Chelsea: And, by the way, I did date your brother. He's an idiot.
Maddie Fitzpatrick: Yikes.
London Tipton: Girls, girls, please. It's okay for rich people to hang out with other people who have less money than they do. I mean, I hang out with you guys.
Maddie Fitzpatrick: Double yikes!
Tiffany: [to London] Well, at least my daddy's not an innkeeper!
London Tipton: [gasps] How dare you!
[spills her drink on Tiffany's dress]
London Tipton: Oops.
Tiffany: Did you just purposely throw tea on my new dress?
London Tipton: Honey, what does it matter? It's probably a knockoff anyway.
Maddie Fitzpatrick: Uh, ladies, shouldn't we get back to the book?
Tiffany: [puts a pie on London's head] Oops.
London Tipton: I'll have you know, I'm too much of a lady to engage in your low-class behavior. Oh, who am I kidding?
[Hits Tiffany in the back of the head with another pie]
Chelsea: Girls, girls. It doesn't matter what you have in the bank. All that matters is what you have on your face.
[Hits Tiffany in the face with a pie]
Tiffany: That better be low-fat!
Chelsea: Well, let's ask London.
[Hits London in the face with a pie]
Tiffany, London Tipton: [hits Chelsea in the face with another pie] Oops.
Maddie Fitzpatrick: All right, I'll just be going, then!
