"Dahling, that guitar is so You."
"You think?"
"Oh yes, it's fahbulous. Where on earth did you find it?"
"Oh, at this exclusive shop in Scranton. I just happened to be checking their website, which I do, like, every day, and saw it. I said to myself, "I HAVE to have that. So of course I bought it."
"It goes, like, really well with that belt."
"Oh, dear, I know. I just had to match that belt with a guitar. Plus, it came with a case that I'm having redone in alligator with a mink interior. I'm wondering about Swarovski crystals to decorate the pickups."
"Oh my. Would that affect the way it sounds?"
"Maybe, if I were to, you know, play it."
"So spill. Is it, like, your favorite guitar now?"
"Oh honey, I don't give away my secrets. Let's just say it's the frothed cream in my latte and leave it at that. Oh, mum's the word; here comes my husband. I bet he won't even notice it."
"Wow, new guitar, huh? Looks great on you."
"Really? You don't think it makes my butt look too big?"