Ext. Our basement apartment. - Day
In a quiet-er part of town, the sound of rain and dirty dishes being washed are all that's heard. Well...that and Taylor Swift.
Int. A messy kitchen
A tall awesome boyfriend enters the kitchen area, where he joins his shorter kick-ass girlfriend as she washes the dishes and listens to music.
Is that her voice making that sound? "Re Re Re" She sounds broken. Her voice sounds broken.
You don't speak to her that way.
I'll speak to her anyway I want.
You'll have a billion girls coming after you. It would be like those Axe commercials, where women chase you down the beach... except they're coming to kill you.
I'm not scared.
You don't understand. Chicks love Taylor Swift.
If I'm not scared of one of them, should I be scared of a lot of them? I mean...you're just girls
We'll kill you. All girls love Taylor Swift. She's everything we thought being a girl would be like. But then our bubbles popped...and hers just kept floating.