[Aly stares at the screen for a minute, then begins laughing uproariously.]

Oh, yes, certainly, Your Highness, [she says, still laughing.] Because the one who yells loudest makes the rules, right?

Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, my innocent, my saint, my darling baby girl...you think you're hot shit on a silver platter, but you're cold diarrhea on a paper plate.

So shut up.

Nobody cares what you think.

[And she smiles winningly. She's running on Wolf Law. Someone snarls at you, you snarl back.]