Bottle A: Darling, your eyes are gorgeous. They're so....clear and transparent.
Bottle B: That's because they're made of glass?
Bottle A: Errr.... your beautiful head is so.... shiny.
Bottle B: That's because my WHOLE BLEDDY HEAD is made of glass?
Bottle A: Well... I love your... transparency. And your... openness towards me. It's as if I could see right into you, into your beautiful, pure soul.
Bottle B: In case you haven't noticed you could probably see right THROUGH me. And that's coloured water by the way. Probably food colouring... you know.
Bottle A: Come, let me hold you tight!
Bottle B: You've got no frickin' arms.
Bottle A: Oh. Crap.