Hell yeah, it’s Friday night.
Wait one minute while I walk it out.
It’s Saturday night. Get to steppin’!
Save some energy for tonight. It’s Saturday!
Ah-hahahaha! This bitch doesn’t know when the party starts. Ah-hahaha!
What the hell do you mean the party hasn’t started yet? Are you freakin’ kidding me?
Yeah, we’re ready for Saturday night. How ‘bout you?
The hotel time machine has stopped in on a private fitting in Rome, in 1982. Style times infinity, yes?
Mmmm,….Friday night. Drankin’ on the sofa.
Why won’t the birds let me drink in peace? Why won’t they let me be?!?
Helena is not in the mood for your bullshit. Not tonight. Not ever.