Alison: Do I look foolish?

Aria: Well, what in God's name have you done to your face?!

Alison: I got a chemical peel.

Hanna: You look like a monster, dude...

Alison: I was just trying to live up to all of your expectations of me.

Aria: What expectations?

Alison: Physical perfection.

Aria: What?!

Alison: Clearly, the success of Uber A has proved that I have achieved physical perfection. And now there's nowhere else for me to go but down from here, so now I'm hanging on by a thread!

Aria: Why don't you... lay off the skin treatments for a while?

Hanna: Yeah, yeah...

Alison: Oh... you don't think I should mess with my face anymore?

Hanna: Well, right now it looks like you're wearing a mask of yourself over your face.

Aria: Mmm hmm...

Alison: Not a good one, not a nice mask of myself?

Hanna: Not a good one.

Alison: Do you guys think that a normal mask of me might look good?

Aria: Oh, my God...

Alison: And if there was, would you guys wear it?

Hanna: What is happening here?!