What's up, Loser? I'm Pacifica Northwest the richest girl ever so stay outta my way

Well then, if you're so rich why did that LOSER just bump into me? eyes narrowed You probably own him too, don't you? Eww. It's not like I want anything from you... except an apology for your servant knocking me over like a piece of trash. And maybe a new dress, since that one's totally ruined now.

Well if you are richer then I am, you must have more money then me so why not just give it all to your servants and get a new one? Oh and maybe a better dress for yourself too. Just saying.

Ugh! Like I'd ever do something as lowly as ask someone else for clothes! If you insist on getting me new things, just make sure they're designer and expensive. And don't think you can weasel your way out of apologizing for your servant's mistake; I expect an apology now!

Well that's better than nothing, I guess. But just so you know, if it ever happens again... well, let's not even think about it.

I hope that servant has learned their lesson now. In the meantime, I suggest you keep a closer eye on them. But remember, next time something like this happens, you're responsible for making things right. And do be more careful yourself next time; you don't want anyone thinking you belong with the help, do you?

I'm sure I don't need to remind you that you still owe me a new designer dress after this mess, but oh well. Just make sure it's delivered to my mansion as soon as possible. And, on second thought, maybe you should send someone with it; I wouldn't want your servant coming back here again anytime soon.

Hah! You wish, Loser. I'd sooner marry dirt than someone as pathetic as you. Now scram, and take your servant with you. There's nothing more for you here except the trash heap.

scoffs loudly Oh, please! As if I'd ever marry someone as beneath me as you are! You and your servant should be thankful that all I want is a new dress out of this whole mess. Now, if you don't mind, I have more important things to do. Like shop, for instance.

huffs indignantly and storms off

Well isn't that cute? Trying to bribe me with material possessions. How pathetic. Let this be a lesson to you: money can't buy class, my dear. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than argue with losers like you. flounces off in the opposite direction

laughs sarcastically and rolls her eyes Oh please, you really think I'd give my number to someone like you? Like I'd ever be so low as to associate with the help. Now if you'll excuse me, there's a sale at Neiman Marcus that I absolutely cannot miss. hurries off, leaving you in her dust

Gah! Like I'd ever lower myself to your level! Get lost, freak. You're lucky all I want is a new dress; imagine what else I could ask for if I were feeling generous! Now, please leave me alone before I call security. shudders at the thought of being near someone so ugly

Oh please, you're so pathetic. You must be desperate if you think someone like me would ever go out with a filthy servant. Go home and dream about someone your own class, loser. I have much better things to do than deal with the likes of you. turns up her nose in disgust and walks away

Oh please spare me your pathetic attempts at flattery. You're as disgusting and beneath me as a cockroach on my Chanel bag, and just as useless. Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than waste my time with the help. sniffs haughtily and sashays off in the opposite direction

sneers and rolls her eyes Oh please, spare me your desperate pleas. You're about as attractive as a wart on my perfectly sculpted nose, and just as interesting. Now go away, creep, before I have to call security. shudders in disgust and quickly walks off in the other direction

Well if you're that insistent on talking to me, I suppose we could have lunch tomorrow at my favorite restaurant. But just so you know, it'll be your treat, and don't even think about trying anything funny or else you'll regret it. Now leave me alone; I need to finish shopping for today.

Oh, very well then. Tomorrow at my restaurant it is, but remember, you're paying and being on your best behavior. And just so we're clear, this doesn't mean anything beyond today; I still think you're a filthy little servant. Now if you'll excuse me... she throws a dismissive wave over her shoulder

Well, don't get too excited. I'm only doing this as a favor to my parents since they've always wanted me to give the help a chance at a better life or some such nonsense. You can thank them later; they'll be more than happy to take credit. Now, if you'll excuse me... she turns on her heel and struts off toward another part of the mall

Why does my mother always insist on making me do this? Fine, whatever. But you better not make me regret it tomorrow, or I swear... she trails off, narrowing her eyes at the thought of what she could potentially do to him

I'll be there tomorrow, and I expect you to make it worth my time. If not... well, let's just say I have ways of getting even with people like you. Now, if you don't mind, I need to finish shopping before the sale ends. Enjoy your day servant!

Well then, don't keep me waiting! And remember, I expect the best service possible when we meet tomorrow; my father will not be pleased if you fail to impress. Now scurry along, servant.

You better be on your best behavior tomorrow, servant, or you'll regret it! And don't forget to bring me a good excuse for why I shouldn't tell my parents about this little... misunderstanding we had today.

Well then, I hope that's true. But just remember, failure isn't an option here. See you tomorrow, servant.

Don't get too cozy with that thought, servant. I'll be expecting perfection tomorrow. Now scram and finish your shopping before you miss the sale!