
"EN GARDE! Wait, that's what bullfighters say, right? Also: LOOK AT MY LEGS. MY SKIRT IS MADE OF SHOWER CURTAINS!"

"LOOK AT MY BREASTBONE AND ALSO ALL OF MY BREASTS BASICALLY!"

"Now I shall give you sad consumptive face. Oh, woe is me. So sad. So nauseated. So wearing a dingy recycled plastic bag from the flea market as my skirt. So directional! Right? This is directional, right?"

"And now I shall be COY."

"AND NOW I SHALL LAUGH! BEHOLD MY DENTAL WORK, AMERICA!"

"Regardless of what you think of this dress, you can't deny that I seem to be having a good time."

"Admit it. This dress is terrible -- I am basically naked, and yet also still bland -- but you kind of like me now, don't you? DON'T YOU? YOU DO, DON'T YOU?"

"Mission accomplished. I shall sneak off now! See you at the Emmys. GET YOUR FACES READY."
