KATHY: (to Lala) You’re so pretty. LALA/D-D: Thank you! KATHY: (to D-D) No, not you. Your nose comes down to a funny point like a witch’s. And it’s red. Do you paint it?

D-D: I have to eat a lot of red meat. KATHY: Why? D-D: I’m chronically anemic. I even take iron pills. KATHY: What happens if you don’t? D-D: My hair falls out.  KATHY: Oh. My hair falls up.