“It’s a muffin, isn’t it!?”
“I said it’s nothing, Connie! Now please lower your voice and go get me some cheese— please.”

“Where the hell would I find cheese, Sasha?” Does she put cheese on her muffins?
“–I dunno what the hell you’re talkin’ bout, Sasha.” Butts.
“Pardon me, Connie— but I'm really starting to worry about you. You’ve been out of control all day.”