Danny
What the hell is this?
Mabel
It’s your eviction notice. I’m kicking you out. You have 30 seconds to get the hell out of my head.
Danny
How can you evict me from a place I live rent-free?
Mabel
I hate you. You got into my head, and now I’m spending my night with Ryder Finch.
Danny
Oh my god, the drama.
Mabel
He invited me to play poker with him at The Bellagio tonight, and I couldn’t get your voice out of my head. I’m supposed to be lying in bed, watching Big leave Carrie at the altar and shoving baked goods in my mouth, but now I’m hiding in a public bathroom, stalling.
Danny
Mabel.
Mabel
Danny.
Danny
Do you have time to run back to the room? You should change into that white, iridescent fringe dress I packed for you. It makes you look like a virginal slut.
Mabel
That’s an oxymoron. And it doesn’t matter. I’m not going. I just decided. I’ll wait here in the bathroom until Ryder gives up or assumes I died, and then I’ll sneak back to the room for my date with my bed.
Danny
I don’t love your hair curled with the fringe dress, though. See if Ryder will meet you at the casino so you can sneak away to my friend who works at that salon in The Cosmopolitan. She’ll give you the world’s quickest blow-out and you’ll look fab.
Mabel
I. Am. Not. Going.
Danny
Or if you’d rather just focus on getting your back blown out, I know Ryder loves your hair in braids. Do those pigtail things, you’ll drive him wild.
Mabel
I hate you. I’m not going.
Danny
I hate you, too. And yes, you are. Go make bad decisions!
