Pip: You better show some respect, check your behavior, no one talks to Damien that way. Did you expect us to sit back and take your insolent, brazen display?

Estella: Haha, you've got it twisted. I'm not the one who needs a new attitude, maybe you missed it, but I'm that Hashtag-Bitch and I will do nothing less than what I please. I'm the backbone of the Vees. Mad that I acted respectless? Well, it's because no one could respect this. Sorry, group attendin', since when are overlords too scared to fight? You're long past trendin'! Sorry bae, but I ain't swiping right. You lost your relevance.

Damien: We can't act without more intelligence.

Estella: Ugh, no wonder I'm so respectless; I could eat you lot for breakfast!

Pip: You and the Vees are inane and uninformed, smug wannabes who don't heed when you've been warned.

Estella: Oops! Did I strike a nerve? 'Cause when I brought out the Angel's head, couldn't help but observe that your wrinkled face was turning red. And why are you avoidin' war? That's what the guns you sell are for. Thanks to my being respectless, one thing I'm starting to suspect is: you know why this Angel's headless. Do you have some disclosure?

Pip: This meeting's over!