Claire: So what do you need here? A stool? Glass of water? How do we make this happen? Let's go. I need to see this.
Gloria: You see nothing. That pageant was one of the worst nights of my life. After weeks of rehearsing, I froze, and we were speechless.
Mitchell: Aw, and you lost.
Gloria: No. I won. Imagine this when I was 18.