— Why are you doing this here?
— Natural light. I need to know what I'm really going to look like, not what I'm kidding myself that I look like.
— Let's talk about this. Can we, please? Is this about Dan?
— No, it's about that slut Rowena.
— Lillian, is she worth the maintenance on all this hatred? I don't see this.
— Alan, she took my husband away from me. I have to look like a goddess. I know it all turned out for the best. I hope she looks 1,000. I hope she's getting those little lines above her lips. She always had that fabulous tan. I hope she's a fucking raisin.
— Hmph!
— What?
— I'm just wondering whether you're being totally honest with yourself.
— Alan, I'm not neurotic. I'm just a bitch. I want my ex-rival to have aged badly. What could be more normal than that? I hope she looks like one of those Chinese dogs, the ones with the folds. The ones that look like they're melting. That would be great.
