FLAMES. ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE.
Heaving... breathless...
B... b... heaving... breaths...
I really wish Madeline Kahn had a longer monologue in that scene. I'm out of quotes about my enflamed face. But it's still en fuego.
These two look so blah. It's the professor and his wife who just recently became homeless but hope nobody at the faculty function will notice.
She looks foxy in this. Somewhere in Kim Kardashian's house, this picture is on fire.
Perfectly serviceable and classy. THANK GOD.
Owwwww.
My computer is bringing this up extra-dark for me, but: That IS a horribly fitted baggy jumpsuit, right? Come ON, CW, if you want Jane The Virgin to be the savior of this season then STYLE YOUR STAR. She can't do it alone.
Sure, why not. Yes.
No. NO. Also, she looks like Jessie J suddenly.
I'm sorry that Selfie didn't work out for her -- however problematic the scripts, she was quite cute in it. And... I know this is LA, but it's cold at night right now. That is CRAZY SLIGHT, hon. You're making it work, in your insouciant British way, but where is your COAT.
This seems like the wrong SIZE, right? It's sitting a bit too high on her. If that were fixed, and we threw in real lipstick and some accessories, we'd be on our way. Whatever she has on her lips right now is not real. Chapstick isn't cutting it, kid.
Her name is Liberty, so why did she imprison herself in this bastard?
I will accept this effort because the first couple slides here broke me in half.
Easy there, C-Creepio.
NO. BAD. SO BAD. You don't need SOFT RESTRAINTS on your CHEST. It gives bras a bad name.