The first polls are open and it’s your turn to judge.
EMMA STONE vs. AMY ADAMS
Emma: Wow. A ginger wearing green. How positively revolutionary.
Amy: Watch the attitude, kid.
Emma: “Kid”? You’re joking, right?
Amy: You’re standing in front of a Spider-man logo and I have five Oscar nominations. You do the math.
Emma: Five nominations and no wins. I wouldn’t brag about it if I were you.
Amy: Well, the only trophy you took home this year was an Oscar made of legos.
Emma: Fuck you, lady. I love my Lego Oscar.
Amy: And well you should. It’s the only one you’re ever like to get, after all.
ELLE FANNING vs. ROSIE HUNTINGTON-WHITELEY
Elle: Isn’t this competition just off to the loveliest start, Rosie?
Rosie: Sure. I guess. They didn’t make me wear a bra, so that’s something.
Elle: Um… right.
Rosie: Sorry, is it like, illegal for me to mention bras in front of you? What are you, twelve?
Elle: I’m sixteen, and I know what a bra is, you weirdo.
Rosie: Do you? I wasn’t aware that Disney princesses wore traditional undergarments. I assumed birds dressed you in fine gossamer each morning.
Elle: I know you’re trying to insult me, but that actually sounds awesome.
Rosie: Ugh. Grow up.
NICOLE KIDMAN vs. LILY COLLINS
Nicole: Pardon me, miss, but do you when the competition starts?
Lily: Um… it already has.
Nicole: No, no, dear. You see, there’s supposed to be a celebrity here to compete with me in some sort of fashion death-match.
Lily: Yeah, that’s me! I’m here! We’ve already started the competition.
Nicole: No, sweetheart, I’m afraid you don’t understand. I’m expecting a FAMOUS person, like me.
Lily: Well, I don’t have quite as big a stick up my ass as you, but I actually AM the celebrity competing against you.
Nicole: Oh, do you have some sort of delusion that makes you believe you’re famous? How tragic.
Lily: Hey, has anyone ever told you that you’re the worst?
HAILEE STEINFELD vs. ANNA KENDRICK
Hailee: Can we skip the smack talk and just focus on the fact that I get to be in the Pitch Perfect sequel with you?
Anna: Um, DUH!!!!!
Hailee: Okay, good. Because we have a long press tour ahead of us, and it would probably be awkward if I called you a basic bitch.
Anna: … yeah. And we’d probably have some trouble down the road if I told you to shut the fuck up.
Hailee: Right! Like, what’s the point in me even mentioning that your hair makes you look like a politician’s wife?
Anna: Or that your dress makes you look like you got some extremely ill-advised tattoos after a week-long bender in Atlantic City?
Hailee: Exactly. That’s why I won’t bother mentioning that I’m, like, way cuter than you.
Anna: BITCH, I AM THE CUTEST. DON’T YOU EVEN.