J:Oh, hey.

A:Oh, you just missed your dad. He was ringing the buzzer for an hour.

J:My dad?  

A:Hmm.

J:Wait, what are you doing with my dresses?

A:You know, when I let you in, I had no idea you'd be such a little thief -- stealing my contact list and our whole business.

J:I wasn't stealing, Agnes --

A:You know, you think you're so talented and unique, don't you? 

J:No, I don't.

A: You know, three weeks ago you were absolutely nothing. You were a little intern pinning my hem. It was my idea to do the fashion line. I found the photographer and the models for the fashion show. It was also my idea for the guerrilla fashion show, and I have all the contacts!

 

J: I know. You're right, okay? You're right. Just，Just give me my dresses, please.

 

A: Do you know how many " talented " artists there are living in Brooklyn Designing dresses?

 

J: Agnes, give me my dresses! What are you doing?!

 

A: These dresses are as much mine as they are yours. Now they belong to nobody.

 

J: Are you totally insane?

 

A: Yes, I'm insane, Jenny!

 

J: What are you doing? Agnes? Don't! Agnes, please! These dresses are everything! They're my entire future! You are out of your mind! What the hell did you do, Agnes?!

 

A: You did this! Now by the time I get back, I want you and your crap out of my apartment.