Deb:Emma, there you are.
Emma:Oh, God, Deb. Hi.
Deb:I know. Isn't it gorgeous? God, I feel so blessed to have this body.
Emma:You know, I am so late...
Deb:No, no, no. Listen. You gotta help me out here. You know the debate team?
Deb:I cannot go to the state finals. I mean, children talking about their little problems. Ugh! You gotta do it for me.
Emma:Yeah, Deb, I'm already doing your late bus patrol and pep squad and your after-school detention.
You're the debate team adviser. I don't think that I should...
Deb:I know. I do so much. I wish I could just do the bare minimum. I so admire you for that.
Deb:Anyway, all right, look. Here's how we'll work it out. I'll do the debate team...
Deb:Uh-huh. If you take my Tuesday study halls for the rest of the year. Okay?
Deb:All right. You owe me, girl.