"Hi, Angel!" Maureen belted loudly. "How've you been, girl? Hope you haven't started the party up there yet. You gotta wait for the rest of us, you know.
"It was always a blast with you around. You had the best dress sense then any of my other friends. Sometimes, I even forgot you weren't really a girl. It was so easy to talk to you about everything, because you never judged anyone. You always lent a sympathetic ear to me whenever something went wrong. Like when Joanne was getting uptight about something, including the way I dressed in public, and when I talked with some other girl..."
"Stop the tape!" Joanne suddenly cried, turning on Maureen. "What was that?! You get wound up when I said you were flighty, then you turn around and have a go at me?"
"Oh, here we go," Maureen rolled her eyes. "Again, you're telling me what to do."
"I am not telling you what to do, Maureen! You're the one who's being the pot that called the kettle black."
"So are you!"
"Guys, come on!" Roger snapped. "You can have this fight later, okay? Remember what this video's supposed to be for!"
"Thank you," Mark nodded, ignoring the two girls glaring daggers at each other, moving to start up the video again.
AN: Yeah, they're all going to be like this. The individual segments ignite small spats between all the Bohemians, until everyone's fighting. Mark's segment is up next.