[grunts]

-Hi, how are ya? -Nice to meet you.

Sorry about the dog crap. What can I do ya for?

I just had to come see you about my feet.

They're, um...

-Flat. -Yeah.

Never seen that before.

-Really? -Whoa.

Okay. Well, can you, you know, fix them?

You're Stereotypical Barbie, right?

Mmm-hmm.

[chuckles] That Ken of yours, he is one nice-looking little protein pot.

I guess.

I'd like to see what kind of nude blob he's packing under those jeans. [sighs]

-Anyway, what preceded this? -Oh, nothing.

A really fun game of volleyball.

-That's it? -Thoughts of death.

What is it?

[stammers] Maybe some thoughts of death?

Thoughts of death!