IT’S THE FINAL COUNTDOOOOOWN!
EMMA STONE vs. JENA MALONE
Emma: Nice hair color. What, did you sneak into my penthouse and cut a lock of my hair off to give to your colorist?
Jena: Obviously not. That’s what personal assistants are for.
Emma: I didn’t realize you were famous enough to have a personal assistant.
Jena: Sorry that I go for indie roles, or small juicy parts in hugely popular blockbusters, instead of starring in yet another Spiderman reboot.
Emma: Screw you. Something’s got to pay for these clothes.
Jena: You mean these clothes, worth more than a car, that were given to us for free so that our mere existence could be a walking advertisement?
Emma: Fine, it’s not about the money. I just love Andrew Garfield so much –
Jena: Oh, please. Like that’s even a real relationship. You two are just the likable version of Kristen Stewart and Rob Pattinson.
Emma: How dare you? Do you really think I’d wear matching coats with someone for a fake, just-for-the-media-attention relationship?
Jena: Uh, yeah, if those coats were free.
Emma: Whatever. You’re just jealous because you don’t have the name recognition to win March Fabness.
Jena: First of all, I am so fucking fabulous that I could be a Z-list celebrity and still kick your ass.
Emma: Now, wait a –
Jena: And SECOND, you’ve forgotten something very crucial.
Emma: Oh, and what’s that?
Jena: I’ve got the Hunger Games fandom on my side.
Jena: Do I even need to say it? The odds are ever in my favor, bitch.