Brooke McQueen: [entering bathroom where newly-arrived Sam is busy re-ordering] Look, whatever, why are you moving this stuff? Excuse me, the right sink is my sink. It has always been my sink.
Sam McPherson: God, you are so rude. It's called boundaries. Look into it. The right sink is my sink, Princess Powderpuff. It was at my house.
Brooke McQueen: Wow, we're not at your house anymore.
[grabs a spray can away from her]
Brooke McQueen: And that is my stress relief!
[squirting a waft of spray into the air]
Brooke McQueen: Sticky fingers!
Sam McPherson: Oh, good God, woman, why do you need so many products? With all the lotions and potions you use, it's a wonder your face doesn't just slide off down the drain.
[causing Brooke to storm off next door]
Brooke McQueen: [returning quickly] Okay. Excuse me.
[starts dividing bathroom in two with a roll of sticky tape she fetched]
Brooke McQueen: Okay.
[busy]
Brooke McQueen: Okay.
[making headway]
Brooke McQueen: Ahh.
[finishing]
Brooke McQueen: Okay. Here are the rules. You may invade my space and destroy my family and have my father fooled with your big brown Bambi eyes that you bat around like a stripper looking for tips, but this is one battle you're losing. This is the line of death. Cross it and die.
Sam McPherson: You know, Saddam, I really feel no need to cross the line here.
Brooke McQueen: Really? And why is that?
Sam McPherson: 'Cause I'm getting the right sink.