GIULIETTA: Did you just say I have a big butt?
FIONA: Well yeah, I’m staring right at it. Besides, I was here first.
GIULIETTA: No you weren’t, I was.
FIONA: In you dreams, Big Butt.
GIULIETTA: Quit calling me that. My butt is not big, it’s floofy!
FIONA: In your dreams, again.
GIULIETTA: Why don’t you just shut up, or neither of us will even get a chance to have an Easy Sunday or spend any time in dreamland.
FIONA: Mom, Giulietta won’t get off the ham-mick.
MOM: Not my problem, Fiona.
FIONA: But Mom.
MOM: You know if she gets off, you’re just going to follow her. The two of you always sleep together.
FIONA: Can we get a bigger ham-mick?
MOM: It wouldn’t be able to support both of you.
FIONA: Fine, I guess I’m going to sleep. No snoring or farting out of you Big Butt.