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# Fug or Fab: Emma Roberts/Screafug 4
- URL: https://go-fug-yourself.ghost.io/fug-or-fab-emma-robertsscreafug-4-04-2011/
- Published: 2011-04-12T17:00:45.000Z
- Updated: 2011-04-12T04:37:59.000Z
- Author: Heather
- Tags: Dialogues, Fug or Fab, #wp, #wp-post, #Import 2026-10-07 07:30

EMMA ROBERTS: Hey there, Marley!

MARLEY SHELTON: What's up, Emily?

EMMA: It's Emma, actually.

MARLEY: Oh, right, sorry, I'm thinking of Emily Pantywaist.

EMMA: You mean Hayden Panettiere.

MARLEY: Emily Campbell?

EMMA: Neve.

MARLEY: Well, whatever, I can't be expected to keep track of all the people in this stupid movie.

EMMA: Well, listen, this was super and all, but you should probably step away and do your own photo op -- brushing up against me is making your skirt ride up.

MARLEY: Oh, it's not riding up.

EMMA: No?

MARLEY: NO.

[](https://gofugyourself.com/fug-or-fab-emma-robertsscreafug-4-04-2011/premiere-of-the-weinstein-companys-scream-4-red-carpet-2?ref=go-fug-yourself.ghost.io)

MARLEY: It's performance art. Later, I'm going to skate a free dance called "You Make Me Want To Stab You In The Mask," set to some song that makes me really angry at the world, like anything by Nelly Furtado. And THEN, there are these blood pouches in my armpits, see, and--

EMMA: That's fine. I've heard enough. I would try to talk you out of it, but then I realized I don't care.

MARLEY: Whatever. At least it's directional. Unlike YOURS. Unless the direction you're moving in is, "Grover."

[![](https://static.gofugyourself.com/uploads/2011/04/emmaroberts_112038629.jpg "Emma Roberts")](https://gofugyourself.com/fug-or-fab-emma-robertsscreafug-4-04-2011/premiere-of-the-weinstein-companys-scream-4-red-carpet?ref=go-fug-yourself.ghost.io)

EMMA: At least I look CUTE, instead of trying to buy my way into the next *Scream* sequels with a double salchow.

MARLEY: WHO YOU CALLIN' SALCHOW, TINSEL TORSO?

EMMA: WHO YOU CALLIN' TINSEL TORSO, *SUGAR AND SPICE*?

MARLEY: EAT IT, *NANCY DREW*!

EMMA: UP YOURS, *UPTOWN GIRLS*!

MARLEY: I'M'A CUT YOU, *VALENTINE'S DAY*.

EMMA: Hey, look at that. We're screaming.

MARLEY: Synergy!

EMMA: Let's put this behind us and watch a bunch of my contemporaries get killed on-screen, including possibly me.

MARLEY: I can think of nothing more delicious.