And Hippie-girl and Happy-girl,
Heartie-girl and Painie-girl,

Sugar-girl and Candy-girl,
Honey-Girl and Sunny-Girl,

Baby-girl and Lady-girl,
Huggie-girl and Squeezie-girl,

Sweetie-girl and Girly-girl,
Fondy-girl and Lovely-girl.

We have bracelets and ear rings
and doll revolvers.

Silk stockings and feather hats,
sunglasses and combs.

Little chequebooks, bath salts and body lotion.
(Background) I want more things.

Well. Do you see now, that you can play
fantastically with these fabulous dolls ?

Yes. I guess.
I am sure, that you won´t need
your old friends anymore at all.

Because all those, that are sitting around you,
want to become your new friends.

And certainly you want
to become their friend as well.

Isn´t that right ?
You want that, don´t you ?

My dear.
You want that, don´t you ?
Would you please explain to me, what it is,
that these perfect dolls are lacking ?

I think, one cannot love them.
That is not the point.
But I do love my old friends.
And what do they get out of it ?
You make them wasting their lifes.
You are like a millstone around their neck.

Actually, you are their enemy.
And you are calling that love ?

We ... we are your real friends.
We who ?
We, from the time bank.
And we won´t let anybody make fun of us.

Don´t you dare trying.
You cannot cope with us.

Don´t try at all. You ...
... have no chance.
Is there nobody, that loves you ?