Pippa: How do I ask someone out?
Amber: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two.
Pippa: No!
Nadine: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car.
Pippa: Stop!
Lizzie: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream.
Pippa: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.