Anastasia
Mother, I don't see why everyone else seems to have such nice things to wear, and I always end up in these old rags. This sash! Why, I wouldn't be seen dead in it!
Drizella
You should talk. These beads! I'm sick of looking at them! Trash!
Anastasia
Oh, I hate this...!
Drizella
I don't see why...!
[They leave the room, complaining.]
