You don't talk very much, do you?
That's just fine with me.
Guess I'll be the one doing the talking.
My, my. What big eyes you have my dear.
They told me they found you at the bottom of a lake.
You drowned.
Your lungs filled with the water and mud.
What were you doing down there?
You know...
You're one the prettiest girls I've ever worked on.
I've seen all different types of people come in here.
Old people...
Young people...
Kids... Even babies.
People that are torn in half, all cut up. Missing limbs...
They took a lot of work.
But not you. You're easy.
Just a couple touch ups and...
Viola.
You're done.
I like you.
Let's get you cleaned up.
Let's seal up these lips so you can't kiss until, darling.
Sweet dreams, beautiful.
-No! No! Oh my god!
I like you too...
-Oh god! Stay away from me!
Do you still think I'm beautiful?
-No! No! No! I didn't know!
Now it's my turn.
