It all ends here, divas.
ZENDAYA COLEMAN vs. CATE BLANCHETT
Zendaya: You’re in for it now, bitch.
Cate: Oh, you think so? That’s positively adorable.
Zendaya: You don’t know what I’ve got up my fashionably distressed sleeve. Or in this pocket.
Cate: Sweetheart, as a four-time March Fabness alum, can I impart some advice?
Zendaya: Why? All that means is that you’ve lost this shit four times.
Cate: How dare you!
Zendaya: I mean, have you ever even been in the final round before?
Cate: No, but –
Zendaya: But nothing, bitch.
Cate: Listen here, honey. I’m sure you think your nineteen years on this earth have imparted some kind of wisdom on you, but you’ve never been on this rodeo, so shut your damn mouth.
Zendaya: I’m just saying. I’VE never lost a round to Anne goddamn Hathaway.
Cate: First of all, that was FIVE YEARS AGO.
Zendaya: Still. Kind of humiliating.
Cate: And second of all, you’d barely hit puberty the first time I –
Zendaya: Oh, great. Another rant from another jealous old broad.
Cate: Jealous?! OLD?! Well, I never –
Zendaya: You just need to face it, Cate. Your time is over.
Cate: Careful, Z. I paid that weird dude behind you to murder you.
Zendaya: Cate, I don’t know how else to put this. But I know Beyoncé. So you are powerless to defeat me.
Cate: Oh, damn. Yeah, you’re probably right. Introduce me to her at the Met Gala tonight, won’t you?