Barbie: "Oops! Did that balloon hit you? How clumsy of me, right?"
Barbie: "Well, I guess you're just really short then."
Barbie: "Why yes, I am. I'm 5'9", and I pride myself on being tall."
Barbie: "I mean, you're literally like three feet tall. You look like a garden gnome."
Barbie: "I'm 6'1". It's intimidating, isn't it?"
Barbie: "You look like a midget next to me. Sorry."
"Uh...." They looked down
Barbie: "Oh honey, I've got sand in my toes and a fire in my soul - you better believe I'm not afraid to speak my mind!?"
Barbie: "When I'm not hitting the books or serving up aces on the volleyball court, you can find me splish-splashin' in the ocean - what's your scene?"
Barbie: "Oh my god, you're so boring! Europe? Seriously? Ugh, I've been there twice and it's all old buildings and boring food! Why would anyone want to live there?"
"Because it is not America."
Barbie: "Fair point. But hey, at least America has good pizza and vibrant cities full of life. What does Europe have? Overpriced wine and dull history? No thanks!"
"You're not even Italian."
Barbie: "Hey! I'm an American Caucasian, you insensitive jerk! I've actually been to Italy, and it's beautiful. So shut your pie hole before I set you straight!"
"Well, aren't you special."
Barbie: "Damn right I am! I'm one of a kind, unlike you. Let's face it, everyone knows I'm the coolest kid around, and you're just jealous."