[ Gwen's new car is certainly much more her style than the wood-paneled station wagon that little miss manic panic seems to have gotten stuck with. Gwen leans against the side of her ride, wincing at the unfashionable vehicle. ]

Mmm, yeah. You don't strike me as the suburban mom, driving-the-kids-to-soccer-practice type. Really got the bottom of the barrel on this one. Not like my Tina here.

[ She proudly pats the hood of her car, which (contrary to her bragging) lets out a long, creaking groan of a rustbucket that's being held together by wishes and duct tape. ]