Missy Jones: I'm sorry, I'm just... I'm not comfortable talking about that part of my life.
Amy: Oh, no, no, no. I'm not... I had your poster on my wall when I was a kid, and, um, I dressed my Barbie like you, and my brother cut it in half, but it wasn't personal. It was... he was just... but he's fine now.
Missy Jones: Amy, right?
Amy: Yeah.
Missy Jones: Take a breath. [both inhale deeply] You are the best in the world at being you.
Amy: Thank you.
Missy Jones: Yeah.
Amy: That's amazing.
Missy Jones: Yeah.
Amy: Your eyes are like lasers.
Missy Jones: I know.