Standing as his two companions climbed out of the pool, Spencer was quite proud of himself that, in his anger, he didn't even look Bredina once up and down. "I didn't mean she was a bitch for that," Spencer explained, glowering, "I meant that her entire disposition makes her one. Geez, she has no effing tact." He turned toward the girl, "I feel sorry for whatever loser ends up with you and has to deal with your cold sharp shoulder all the time. 'Hi Honey, I've had a bad day.' 'Get bent'" He did a comical imitation, tilting his head back and forth as he supplied the fake future Dina's line.
For a moment, Spencer almost turned to Roger, asking what it is he wanted to tell them, but immediately saw red at Bredina's follow up remark. "Huh, that's funny, because you seem to like boneheads as well, given your decrepit dating history, and you're the furthest thing from a trembling willow branch. What could I liken you to? Perhaps a screeching Whomping Willow branch? Or a banshee, if you don't like the foliage analogy."