James Van Der Beek: I ordered you some food. I don’t really know what girls eat.
Busy Phillips: Oh, sweetie, we don’t—we don’t eat. We just live in caves, having our periods, until it’s time to have sex with the first guy who buys us a wine cooler and reminds us of our dad.
Busy Phillips: Since it’s here— I mean, mustard maybe. Diet soda’d be great.