Uh-oh

[On the field hockey grounds, where Brigitte and Ginger are quietly smoking a cigarette, Ginger proposes a spiteful mental game in which they evidently try to top each others' insults about a person and how he or she might die:] Ginger:
Search and Destroy. Go! [Brigitte glances at the girls who are taking a break in the soccer game to joke and laugh. Trina is a pretty, lively, and popular girl] Brigitte:
Okay. How about Trina Sinclair? Ginger:
Excellent selection. Continue. Brigitte:
Trina Sinclair. D.O.A. at the hair dye aisle. Perished while seeking matching barrettes on nothing but diet pills and laxatives. Ginger:
Likes her shorts stuck up her ass, correct? Brigitte:
Favorite homework excuse: My nail glitter ate it. [a friend of Trina overhears them trashing her, and goes to report to Trina] Ginger:
Basic pleasure model? Brigitte:
Your standard cum-bucketty date-bait. Ginger:
[Superior but impressed]
Good one. Brigitte:
[glancing around again, notices that Trina is looking furiously at them. To Ginger:]
Uh-oh