LI’L TIFFANY: Thirty dollars? Fuck that.
PROVOST GARY: Li’l Tiffany, you spend that much on Vitamin Water and Zen Party Mix every week. And it’s a fundraiser for the Believer magazine, which you’re always reading at Patronio’s house. But you never buy it! And you love Nick Hornby’s “sensibility.” And look at this effing still from the film, it’s awesome:
LI’L TIFFANY: That does look funny. That looks like a photograph of your birthday party.
PROVOST GARY: Oh, Tiffany!!!
LI’L TIFFANY: OK, I’ll take 12 tickets, please.
PROVOST GARY: Oh, Tiffany!! I’m not selling the tickets! You’ll have to buy them from Brown Paper Tickets Dot Com!
LI’L TIFFANY: Sure thing, Provost Gary!!!!
[They both perish from Melancholia]
[Later that day, LI’L TIFFANY’s brother, JARED, is washing the dishes—one of his regular chores. He takes a sponge, wets it, and reaches for a plastic bottle of what he assumes is diswashing soap. He pours it all over the sponge, squeezing it, re-wetting it, etc. His mother, BETHANY, enters.]
BETHANY: Jared what the holy frock are you doing???
JARED: Whaddaya mean, mah? I’m doin’ my chores!
BETHANY: But Jared, you’ve coated your sponge——with honey!!!
[JARED regards his sponge with new interest. It is shining and sticky with Grade-A California Honey, a plastic bottle of which stands near the sink. He smiles and shakes his head with amazement.]
JARED: Geez, that’s amazin. Mah, didya know——I’m flying on three tabs of acid right now?!??
[They perish from dehydration]