"Shut up."
"I wasn't even saying anything!"
"Mitchie, you know I hate it when you do this."
"Shane, I'm sorry! You were paying more attention to her than to me!"
"Gloria deserves more attention than you!"
"…"
"Mitchie?"
"…"
"Mitchie?"
"…"
"Alright! Mitchie, I'm sorry, okay? But Gloria needs to look good for me to look good!"
"Only, you, Shane Grey, would name the mop on your head you call hair."
"Mitchie! Gloria's sensitive. It's alright, baby. She didn't mean it."
"YOU'RE APOLOGIZING TO YOUR HAIR? WHAT ABOUT ME?!"
"Hush, Mitchie. Gloria and I are still mad at you!"
"Shane, I never meant it to turn out this way. You know that."
"The point is that it did turn out this way, Mitchie, and you DYED MY PRIDE AND JOY RED! YOU DYED MY HAIR RED!"
"Don't raise your voice at me! I told you I was sorry. What else do you want me to do?"
"…"
"FORGET IT! THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO WAY IN HELL AM I GOING TO PUSH JOE FREAKIN' JONAS INTO THE LAKE, SHANE GREY!"
A/N: Haha... Another pointless drabble... Review!