Some Regrets

The other night at dance class:
Helen:  Look at Lynne! Her hair's standing straight up like a troll doll.
Lynne: I don't look like a troll doll.
SJG:  You look like Pebbles.
Lynne:  I loved Pebbles.
Helen:  I loved troll dolls.
SJG:  I had a mini troll on top of my pencil.
Helen:  I wanted to be a troll.

SJG:  I wanted to be Barbie. I wanted those legs.
Lynne:  Remember the dreamhouse?
SJG:  Remember Skipper? Was she Barbie's little sister or her cousin?
Helen:  Sister. Remember Poindexter?
Lynne:  Poindexter?
Helen:  Ken's friend.
SJG:  I don't remember him.
Helen:  He was a nerd.
SJG:  Remember Barbie's friend Midge? I always thought she was Jewish.
Lynne: Why would you think that?
SJG:  Just a hunch. She had more personality than Barbie.
Helen:  She was the funny sidekick.

SJG:  Worst decision I ever made in my life? I traded in my original Barbie for one with bendable legs.
Lynne:  Why would you do that?
SJG:  I was young and stupid. I thought it would be cool to have Barbie bend her legs.
Helen:  What was the advantage?
SJG:  It was easier to pose her. Original Barbie's legs were so stiff. I should've kept the original.
Lynne:  No one knew back then that Barbie would be collectible.
SJG:  Someone should've stopped me. My mother.
Helen:  It's her fault, definitely.
SJG:  I gave my whole collection of Barbies away to my friend's bratty sister.
Lynne:  Why would you do that?
SJG:  I was an idiot.
Helen:  You've made some really bad choices, haven't you?
SJG:  Apparently. What about you? Did you keep your troll dolls?
Helen:  Of course. I'm not an idiot.
SJG:  That explains the Porsche parked in front.