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Raquelle: Well, if it isn't my favorite Barbie sister! Kelly, right?
Chelsea: It's Chelsea. Wouldn't an ice-cold glass of lemonade really hit the spot?
Raquelle: Do you have anything sparkling?
Chelsea: Uh... When the sun hits it, it sparkles!
Raquelle: Ugh! This is Malibu! People want variety, excitement, the "it" factor. Not some tasteless yellow liquid from a cardboard stand.
--Chelsea packs up her lemonade stand--
Raquelle: Another Roberts family dream crushed!
--Raquelle breaks her nail file while saying 'crushed'--
Barbie: Oh! New store! New store!
--looks at Chelsea's enormous lemonade kiosk--
Barbie: Chelsea, this is amaze! How did you do all this?
Chelsea: I think I know a little somethin' about the "it" factor.
Barbie: Oh, and love the logo!
Chelsea: I wanted a mermaid, but that was already taken by some coffee shop.
Barbie: Well, I would love a lemonade please.
Stacie: Can I interest you in one of our many custom citrus-flavored beverages?
Ken: Now that looks refreshing. I've never had one of those before! Oh, I bet that is yummers!
Barbie: Is that Ryan's CD? How... generous of you.
Ryan: Hey, hey, hey, hey! I was just about to do a live set!
Chelsea: Take it down the street song boy.
Raquelle: Now THIS is a lemonadory! Give me one iced lemon latte with extra foam, almond shavings, a hint of lemon peel, marshmallow bubbles, and a tiny umbrella. Oh, and I want that in a chilled glass.
Chelsea: Take a break, Skipper. Bad news. We're all out.
Stacie: I've got one iced lemon latte with extra foam, almond shavings, a hint of lemon peel, marshmallow bubbles, and a tiny umbrella, all in a chilled glass! (Gasps) For... Kern?
Ken: Thank you!
Raquelle: YOU! Fine. I'll take the lemonberry dream cake with a tri-whipped topping and giant spoon.
Chelsea: None left. So sorry.
Stacie: I've got a lemonberry dream cake with a tri-whipped topping and giant spoon for... Ben?
Ken: That's me!
Raquelle: Lemon ginger gelato.
Chelsea: Next shipment comes in Tuesday.
Raquelle: Lemon poppyseed muffin.
Chelsea: Just sold the last one.
Raquelle: Lemon meringue pie?!
Chelsea: Fresh out.
Raquelle: Lemons! Just Lemons!
Chelsea: What's a lemon?
Raquelle: AAARRGGGH! (exhales slowly) Listen, Kelly.
Chelsea: It's Chelsea.
Raquelle: Why don't I take this crazy place off your hands?
--hands Chelsea a check--
Chelsea: That's a lot of lemons!
Barbie: Wow! Now what, Chelsea?
Chelsea: How about we go grab a drink? On me?
Stacie: What do you feel like?
Chelsea: Lemonade. Just lemonade. It's like no one appreciates the simple things in life anymore.
Customer: Yeah, where can we get just plain lemonade?
--all customers leave--
Raquelle: Okay, that's not good.
--Raquelle sets up her own makeshift lemonade stand--
Raquelle: Lemonade, fifty cents a cup! Come get your...
--tumbleweed rolls past, then a hawk cries--
Raquelle: Ugh, what's the point? It's not even cold!
--Ryan sets a pile of his CDs on lemonade stand--
Ryan: You can sell them with the drinks!
Raquelle: Take it down the street song boy.
--Raquelle drinks the lemonade and her face poukers up--