The scene: Parking lot of Baja Fresh. Trasherati and Jag are slowing to wait for two pedestrians to amble past so they can pull into a parking space. The pedestrians appear to be two young, pretty blonde things - strappy heels and the prancing gait that accompanies them, big sunglasses, small purses awkwardly swaying in the crook of their arms...as they get closer, though, we realize that these women are, in fact, closer in age to Trasherati.
Trasherati (muttering): Come on ladies, get your Botoxed selves on past.
Jag: I thought cougars moved faster than that.