
"Look at me, lovers. Look only at me. I remain fabulous for YOU. My leg pops out of a shimmer cocoon because I do not want you to look elsewhere. For YOUR SAKE. You should not be stuck looking at the Clown Prince of Polka-Dots, or his court jester. Ay, did he eat a Picasso and then vomit it onto a vest? But no, do not look-see. Say no to the Pink Pantser."

"This is my VERY SERIOUS self, lovers. Because I am here to work. I am here to sit down and remind you all that even though I have devoted myself to being a beacon of light for needy teenage singers who live rent-free in a mansion, I must do the business of reminding you that I am ALSO a needy singer who lives rent-free in a mansion."

"Rrrowr, lovers, or as el gato would say, PURRRR. I come at you like a lion queen. You are the tourist on safari and tengo hambre and so I hunt you while you think, 'This lion is so sexy that I should buy her single.'"

"Oh, hola, actual lover. Do not mind me. I am just hanging upside down on the wall. Marc used to call this 'draining day' but I call it BUY MY SINGLE."

"And then I writhe in sand like a castle made of sexy time."

"And then I glitter like that dumb book thinks vampires do. Dear Twilight: THIS IS HOW IT'S DONE. I am going to write a book too, called Thighlight, about sparkly people who think they are better than everyone else, except it will be my autobiography and it will be LA VERDAD."

"And this is mis nalgas. And mi novio. Which of them is more delicious? BUY MY SINGLE."

"What, this old thing? This is like sweatpants. This is what I wear while I am figuring out what other thing to wear."

"Those are not my hands, lovers. My hands were busy."

"I wonder, lovers, should I make a workout video? Look at me. I am like fun ballet. I am going to call it Fun Ballet: How To Make El Booty Into An End Table and you are going to BUY IT and it will come with a free copy of my single. HAHAHAHA, just kidding, you will not need my single for free because you will buy it RIGHT NOW."
