Claire: Ta-da.
Gloria: Claire, you look beautiful. You're glowing.
Claire: I'm not glowing. I'm sweating.
Gloria: Come on. Look at yourself in the mirror. Don't tell me that you don't feel gorgeous and special.
Claire: Wow. You're right. I am radiant. Oh, it's like I'm in a In a fairy tale or a dream. Oh!
Gloria: Lies! You're faking it.
Claire: Well, I'm sorry! Look who raised me. I am my father's daughter. And also kind of his son. And I lied about that being Luke's shirt. I bought it for myself in three colors. I am trying to help you out here, Gloria, but this just isn't me.