CHLOE: Come on then, let it all out of your system before we get in there.
RAE: Right. Backstreet Boys make me want to scald my inner thighs with the hottest substance known to man: strawberry jam Pop-Tarts. They make me want to spend months learning how to drive, then years of working hard, saving up all my money so I can buy a Land Rover and run them all down. They are everything that is wrong with the world. They are destroying music.