
SOLANGE: Now that Beyonce is all no-more-heels, I have to bring it for BOTH of us, you know?
ASHANTI: But would she like what you are bringing?
SOLANGE: What's not to like about hip wings?

SOLANGE: I look like a blossoming flower about to take flight to a place where metaphors make sweet, mix-y love.
ASHANTI: Is there an app for that? Because you also look like someone plugged an iPhone into your groin.
SOLANGE: Sigh. I know. And I left all my makeup at B's, and she locked it away, because of her natural kick.
ASHANTI: Yeah, how long is THAT going to last?
SOLANGE: I give it three months. Tops.

ASHANTI: People thought my spooky phase was only going to last that long. And look at me NOW. Still rocking the sorceress look.
SOLANGE: This isn't actually THAT weird, you know.
ASHANTI: Only because I STARTED in Vagina Town.
SOLANGE: Although I guess it DOES sort of look like a Jedi shark is eating the Darth Vadar of the ocean.
ASHANTI: And who wouldn't want that? But check THIS out...

SOLANGE: Wow, you got Nelly to match his tie to your hair?
ASHANTI: I promised him I'd try to wiggle a nipple out of my top.
SOLANGE: He looks enraged.
ASHANTI: That's because I lied. I knew I could only get 75-percent there.
