My hair used to be blond like yours. Yours will get darker, too. We're beautiful girls,...

Sarah:

We gotta do something with your nose. Somebody fucked their slave and you've got the nose to prove it. Older Jeremiah:
Fix it please. Sarah:
[puts foundation on Jeremiah]
Camoflauge it. See? I learned that in beauty school. One day I'll go back. I'll get a shot with the stars in Hollywood. Older Jeremiah:
Take me. Sarah:
Hold still. Alright, close your eyes. [puts eyeshadow on Jeremiah] Sarah:
Look left... look right... blink... look at me. Older Jeremiah:
Can I come to Hollywood with you? Sarah:
[starts putting lipstick on Jeremiah] Older Jeremiah:
Can I come to Hollywood...? Sarah:
Hold still. You're making me late for work. I wanna leave before Jackson gets back. [points to the mirror] Sarah:
Well? Older Jeremiah:
[stares at himself in the mirror]
I'm pretty. Sarah:
What did I tell you? You were meant to be a girl. Older Jeremiah:
I know. Sarah:
[starts curling Jeremiah's hair, while Jeremiah starts messing with his lipstick]
Stop doing that! Don't mess my lips! Older Jeremiah:
Sorry. Sarah:
My hair used to be blond like yours. Yours will get darker, too. We're beautiful girls, aren't we?