"The time for talking is long gone," Margot said. "They won't even be able to clean the grease stains off the floor when I'm finished with you."
"I really don't understand why you find it necessary to be so violent. Why can't we handle this situation in a friendly polite discussion?"
"You can't stop over analyzing things can you? It's quite simple really. We had some very basic rules for our relationship, but you just have to argue and equivocate."
"Ooh Margot's using big girl words."
"I'm going to enjoy slaughtering you."
"I'm sorry. I can't help the sarcasm, it's an a defensive mechanism. I'm sure you understand."
"Oh I understand alright. Let's get this over with. All it will take is one shot and the issue will be settled once and for all."
Carrie sighed. "Fine, take your shot. I'm tired of trying to reason with you."
"Ha! For a smart girl you don't know the difference between reasoning and arguing." Margot took aim.
"Wait. Let me think for a minute."
"Too late," Margot grinned. The shot from half court was nothing but net.
Carrie ran to get the basketball, stood on the half court line and took her shot.
"Oh a brick, H-O-R-S-E spells horse. You've got dishes for the next TWO weeks!"
"You sharked me; that is so unfair," Carrie pouted.
"That's what you get for assuming you're more athletic than me."