Beth: Don't touch my Titos.
Summer: I drink scotch!
Beth: Of course, you do, with your hairy fuckin' armpits. Oh, let's get one thing clear. You touch my peanut M&Ms in the freezer, I will kill you in your sleep.
Summer: I sleep with a knife, and I have a peanut allergy.
Beth: You know, we might make it through this.
Summer: If you're done insulting me, I have something I need to show you.