Honeysugar: Sometimes I need a microscope just to find the crumbs to give me
an excuse to bring out my hoover.
Anorexia: Your life sounds so complicated.
Honeysugar: It is with you being so neat all the time. Mess things up girl!
Anorexia: I hardly eat anything to leave a crumb from.
Honeysugar: I know. Its slim pickings!
Anorexia: I saw Maisie at the Mart today. She was buying some crumble cake. I'm
sure her carpet will need rescuing pretty soon.
Honeysugar: Thanks for the warning. She didn't buy any sugar puffs did she?
Anorexia: No, I don't think so.
Honeysugar: Oh, well. Can't have everything.
Anorexia: But she was buying popcorn.
Honeysugar: Popcorn?! How wonderful! It'll get everywhere. I may have to put the
gobblehead onto the end of the pipe. I've not done THAT since Rose spilt hundreds
and thousands and moondust at the same time.
Anorexia: I'm so excited FOR you. Do you think it'll make the news?
Honeysugar: Only if Al Qaieda is suspected. But they can pretty much be blamed for
anything these days.
Anorexia: And the few things left over are the things they probably REALY did.
Honeysugar: You think? I woldn't know. About what happens in HINGLAND I mean.
Anorexia: I'll tell you another time, or when people have caught up.
Honeysugar: I and my hoover just want to defend the good old US of A.
Anorexia: From germ warfare? I understand.
Honeysugar: Yes, the enemy's even in the discarded food.
Anorexia: Its a hidden danger.
Honeysugar: I see myself as exterminating the excess. Eradicating the extra.
Anorexia: It sounds like my diet, and what softcell Al Qaieda's starting to do with gays.
Honeysugar: What was that?
Anorexia: Oh, nothing.
Honeysugar: Nothing's good. That's what's left after I've hoovered up.
  

Miss. Smart: Today we're going to be discussing Sylvia Plath. Does anyone know
any lines?
Anorexia: The woman is perfected?
Miss. Smart: Yes, as in Death, perhaps. Any further thouts?
Anorexia: Yes, the poem, her final poem, it was called Edge. She was writing in a
fervor, and a fever, those last few weeks as if writing to a literal deadline.
Myla: I like the one about the sky flying off like the hat of a doll.
Miss. Smart: What d'you think it meant?
Myla: I don't know, it just sounded  good. To me that's the main thing with poetry,
the sound not the meaning.
Tara: I always remember that one about the place where men are mended.
Miss Smart: Yes, could be a bit of feminism there. Those last two are from The
Stones I believe.
Tilda: I always prefered The Beatles. John Lennon and all that.
Miss Smart: A similar figure I think. But at Harvard we'll stick to Sylvia.
Hydra: Wasn't there one about a bear named Maisie Blackstock?
Miss Smart: A toy bear I think rather than the grizzly variety.
Tilda: I used to think that Suzanne Vega was Sylvia Plath.
Tara: Or Beth Orton.
Miss Smart: Yes, her influence has extended into popular culture.
Anorexia: Tho it was Iron Maiden who put one of her poems to music. Apparently,
her words realy go well with heavy metal.
Miss Smart: I guess its the angst.
Anorexia: Miss Drake Proceeding To Supper I think it was called.
Miss Smart: That reminds me. Just before the bell, yor homework. Try to write a
Sylvia-like poem. It'll be the best way to explore her by trying to emulate her.
Tilda: I'll just copy from that blog Love Letter On The Edge Of Apocalypse.
Tara: That's not like Sylvia.
Myla: Not sure if its even poetry.
Anorexia: O I mite give it a look then. I always find poetry too difficult.

Rose: I'm thinking of going fat.
Carly: Thinking of? You need to slim rite now.
Rose: I know. Let me put it another way then. I'm thinking of going thin.
Carly: Now we're getting somewhere. Sure you don't want my Slim City meeting to
start up again as mental encoragement?
Rose: No, I think we could bring about the apocalypse if we do that too often.
Carly: Disagreement has many decibels for sure.
Maisie: Hi, gals. Don't mind me, just doing my run.
Rose: You getting outdoorsy?
Maisie: Yes, running machine exploded.
Carly: Al Qaieda?
Maisie: No, overuse. Apparently, no successful slimmer has ever eaten as much as I do.
Rose: Or exercised more.
Carly: Won't you cramp up, stopping for so long?
Maisie: Yes, byeeeee.
Rose: Rexie has a novel 'What Maisie Knew'.
Carly: It can't be about our Maisie or it wold be a short story.
Rose: I know, little sketch.
Carly: So, the meeting. Can we stand another one?
Rose: Well, we are due for armageddon.
Carly: Tomorrow, apparently.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Hiya!
Rose: Wow, those are brite leggings.
Carly: Even for you.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Yes, I kind of thout if you can have shocking pink why can't you
have shocking yelo?
Carly: Its shocking they hadn't thout of it before.
Rose: Carly's on about another meeting.
Doreen the Dogwalker: I could certainly do with one. I had good news yesterday and
celebrated it with an extra apple. I've been worrying about my weit ever since.
Rose: Good news tho, what was it?
Doreen the Dogwalker: Oh, Frio the dog's been found. By someone called Flaxlawna.
Amazingly she's a friend of Anorexia's so she's bringing him over.
Carly: Wow, small world.
Rose: Well, it couldn't get any bigger..oh, I see what you mean.

Carly: I'm trying a new fad diet.
Doreen the Dogwalker; Did you say fat diet?
Carly: No, but I mite as well have done.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Since my Frio was dognapped I've been losing weit thru worry.
Carly: I'm sure spaceships with the technology they have have pilots who've developed
kindness. I'm sure he'll be cared for. He may come back much improved.
Doreen the Dogwalker: You mean like a robot? Computerised?
Carly: Who knows? He may see twitter and speak google and yap yahoo. Who knows
what inventions lie ahead of us.
Doreen the Dogwalker: I always thout Frio the Dog was ahead of us.
Carly: That's not hard to believe. Who were you minding him for anyway.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Someone called Princess Felicity. She's currently incarcerated
on a game show that don't allow pets. Strange tho.
Carly: What?
Doreen the Dogwalker: Frio seemed to know his captors. He went of his own accord.
Carly: So you believe in aliens now.
Doreen the Dogwalker: No, not at all, I'm normal.
Carly: But you said you lost your dog to a spaceship. Spacenapped.
Doreen the Doreen: I am quite trendy and incapable of believing in such things according
to my twitter profile.
Carly: According to mine I have a thousand folowers.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Did you celebrate?
Carly: Yes, by treating myself to life as a celebrity.
Doreen the Dogwalker: How's that done?
Carly: I unfolowed the two thousand I was folowing.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Its strange with celebrities. The less they can speak the more the
people are who want to hear what they say.
Carly: Those empty inside can be filled with people's fantasies of what they think they are.
Doreen the Dogwalker: That's deep.
Carly: Sometimes I have a quick dip into my depths and then resume shalowness.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Ah, yes, shalowness is more popular after all.   

Miss Rye-Veta: Hot day today.
Honeysugar: Much like yesterday.
Miss Rye-Veta: Yes. Can you have too much of blue sky?
Honeysugar: Yip. That's why I get my hoover out. Never lets me down. Always creating cleaner
outlooks. With constant conversation.
Miss Rye-Veta: I know its your best friend, but you do realise its a machine and not a person
don't you?
Honeysugar: Yes, but scientists say machines will be humans in the future.
Miss Rye-Veta: Yes, some humans are ALREADY machines.
Honeysugar: Realy? They must be very clever.
Miss Rye-Veta: It wasn't realy a compliment.
Honeysugar: O well, I compliment you on making it.
Miss Rye-Veta: So.
Honeysugar: Ha?
Miss Rye-Veta: No, I've run out of conversation. I've used up all the words. Wonder when this
bus is coming?
Honeysugar: Its due at 12.45.
Miss Rye-Veta: That was ten minutes ago.
Honeysugar: Oh. I lost track due to all the conversation.
Miss Rye-Veta: Yes, conversation. Usualy so easy......hmmmm?......So, when did you last see
a cloud in the sky?
Honeysugar: Apart from the smoke clouds you mean from all the burning fires?
Miss Rye-Veta: Er, yes, probably.
Honeysugar: There probably aren't any. Its probably due to all the water the fire fiters are using.
They've probably used up all the ocean. I think that's where the clouds are made.
Miss Rye-Veta: Yes, probably.
Honeysugar: Once, you know, the bus was on time
Miss Rye-Veta: Was it realy?
Honeysugar: No..Wait a minute, think it was a minute early and everybody missed it!

Anorexia: I'm having a fat-day today.
Matilda: I can see, you've treated yorself to an extra mint.
Anorexia: Its to stave off the tomato temptation.
Matilda: Yes, when did Boston cease being Colonial City and become Beantown instead?
Anorexia: Must have been during the boomtime of the beantown.
Matilda: Yes, still, its lovely here on the Esplenade.
Anorexia: I love the yelow trees.
Matilda: Its nice to be near the river.
Anorexia: She's wilowy for sure.
Matilda: There'a lots of outdoor cafe's round here. We'll find one.
Anorexia: If there's lots then one won't be hard to find.
Matilda: Who do you reckon for the Olympics then?
Anorexia: O you know I'm a McKayla Maroney fan. She's so slim.
Matilda: I'm counting on Komova still.
Anorexia: I'm sure Viktoria will be victorios in one of the events.
Matilda: They shold have slimming in The Games.
Anorexia: I reckon that's the event I mite beat all of those gymnasts at.
Matilda: Yes, but only just.
Anorexia: I used to wonder if I should have been into tumbling and such. Nowadays I think
I could be a jockey. I look in the paper and so long as I can do the weit for every horse
running that day then I feel just fine.
Matilda: That's good, but there's only one problem.
Anorexia: What's that?
Matilda: You can't ride.
Anorexia: Tell me something I don't know!
Matilda: A half times a half is a quarter.
Anorexia: I know that......Realy? How can that be?
Matilda: Never mind. Take a seat. I'll feed the quacking ducks.
Anorexia: Animals never seem to have any weit problems at all.
Matilda: I guess they don't eat at cafe's.

Rose: Anything on tonite on cable?
Carly: Not much. Too many people watching television. Not enough people making it.
Rose: One day there'll be more channels than programmes.
Carly: There is this film Nitemare In Fattsville.
Rose: Isn't that the film we're living since Rexie turned up?
Carly: We should be film stars realy.
Rose: I know so many people who never have their 15 minutes of fame there must be someone
having a whale of a time on everyone's share.
Carly: Its those Random male singer featuring Compulsory Girl combos that dominate the
charts.
Rose: Yeah, so lame. Give me country and western anyday.
Carly: Anyone who was any good wouldn't have to feature anyone anyway.
Rose: You mean like Carly featuring Rose.
Carly: No, I mean its more like Rose featuring Carly.
Rose: Isn't.
Carly: Is.
Rose: Is.
Carly: Isn't.
Rose: What were we talking about?
Carly: Dunno...Food, probably.
Honeysugar: Hi, honeys, I'm home. Victor the Vaccuum back again.
Carly: Wish there was a vaccuum. Then we wouldn't have to hear her.
Honeysugar: Sorry, you'll have to speak up. My hoover has a jet engine inside it. Its guaranteed
against Al Qaieda attack.
Rose: I depend on my President with rockets in his pockets for that.
Carly: Aren't you a bit early anyway.
Honeysugar: There was a rumor going round of a sugar puff spill. I couldn't wait any longer. I
had to see the crash scene.
Rose: Ah, yes. That was Carly. Its piled up in the corner of the kitchen floor with all mangled
bits of sugar lumps.
Carly: I saw it as divine prophecy leaving it there. Tripping on my low heels saved me like a
million calories in damages. I had a snickers bar instead.
Honeysugar: Fun sized?
Carly: No, the REAL fun size!
Honeysugar: Realy, you two! You're like a television show in your own living room.
Rose: Fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes.
Carly: I'd realy hoped for something better.   

Mr Plimsole; What d'you think of this Slim City?
Greg: Fat chance!
Maisie: I heard that.
Mr Plimsole: O you're back.
Maisie: Yes, we broke up early.
Greg: Fell apart?
Maisie: No
Mr Plimsole: Fell out.
Maisie: With each other? No, I think we recognised early what we have to do.
Mr Plimsole: What's that?
Maisie: Break up before we fall apart.
Greg: Close. Think I get silver.
Maisie: Yes, but silence is golden.
Mr Plimsole: What you need is to look at someone the opposite to you and do the opposite.
Maisie: That's easy! I just look at you.
Mr Plimsole: Its true. I'm not as trim as I used to be.
Greg: We all end up looking like the tomato-shaped ketchups we love to use.
Maisie: Thanks guys, listening to you is all the inspiration I need to keep dieting.
Mr Plimsole: I'm glad to be of service.
Greg: Guess I'd better get over and inspire Carly and Rose then. I think I'm large enough to
spread it to two people.
Maisie: Yes, you do that whilst doing what a man's good at, namely eating. You know I'm sure the combined weit of a couple never changes no matter how much the wife or girlfriend loses.
Greg: Its true. We do like to hoover up her leftovers.
Mr Plimsoles: I try not to, but I find it saves on the washing up.
Maisie: Sometimes I wonder, whatever am I dieting for?
Greg: You diet and then you die is what I say.
Maisie: If you mean a diet is never over you're rite?
Mr Plimsole: A man's diet is never begun.
Maisie: Even when it should be.
Greg: The global economic meltdown is the only thing that could put me on one.
Maisie: Or if Fat Harry's ever closed down.
Greg: I'd keep it going with my bare hands.
 

Carly: Alrite. Slim City. Meeting one. Lets talk about all the food we like.
Rose: Instead of eating it.
Carly: There's a special prize for the best speaker.
Rose: Yes, its to be exempt from the cream bun feast at the end of the session. There's
five of us and only four to go round.
Carly: So who's going to start.
Doreen the Dogwalker: My favorite's pink candyfloss.
Rose: Even tho it does leave you flossing your teeth afterwards.
Carly: Maisie. How about you?
Maisie: Dolly mixtures? Donuts? Don't know.
Carly: All the D's then. Poppyseed?
Miss Rye-Veta: Well, not poppyseed even tho I tell that to my husband.
Rose: More like popcorn bursting I'll bet.
Miss Rye-Veta: But not the chocolate covered sort.
Carly: You may be asking what mine is?
Rose: I was thinking 'I can't decide what mine is'. There's so many foods I'm never allowed.
Carly: Well, in case you're wondering. Its watermelon. Yes, plain old watermelon. With a
jug of sweet cider to wash it down with on the side.
Rose: Oh, yeah. Now I remember. Mine's a salad folowed by a sneaked in ice cream Mars bar.
I hardly ever get found out.
Carly: That's point one then. Let me chalk it up on the board. Its the things we can't have that
we want the most.
Miss Rye-Veta: I can't have dairy. I'm Lactose intolerent.
Carly: Well, like all good science, there are some exceptions to the rule.
Doreen the Dogwalker: I can't have Frio's biscuit.
Carly: Poodle food is exempt from our equations too.
Rose: I can't have chickenpox. I've already had it.
Carly: Now, this is just getting ridiculos.
Honeysugar: Don't mind me. Time for my hoovering.
Carly: Hey! There's a meeting going on here.
Honeysugar: Well, if you will use Greg's garage you can expect disruptions.
Carly: Realy!
Honeysugar: What is the meeting about anyway, Sweetie Pie?
Carly: Losing weit! What else?
Honeysugar: I'll let you all have a go at the hoovering. You'll lose weit in no time.
Rose: That's the best suggestion so far. Chalk it up!
Carly: Realy? Do you want Honeysugar as your leader?
Rose: No. She'd have us all super slim and then we'd have nothing to talk about!  

Anorexia; I can't believe I'm in Gardencourt!
Matilda: And I can't believe I had to get on a plane so you had someone to go with.
Anorexia: Yes, I'm a bit stuck at how to fit in.
Matilda: How stuck?
Anorexia: Like a bee in a jam pot.
Matlida: Sticky.
Anorexia: How are things going with Daddy?
Matilda: Oh, Lord Slimly's been his fly in the ointment again. He's putting in an ammendment
to the Starving Millions Bill to include the starving millionaires. Apparently, they have bills too.
Anorexia: I don't dout it. Think of the black caviar.
Matilda: I'll be in your neck of the woods next month too as Daddy's expected at the White House.
Anorexia: Global peace summit?
Matilda: Or Global war summit. I think the two are pretty much the same.
Anorexia: Yes, they both involve weapons don't they.
Matilda: Daddy's less Conservative than most in his party.
Anorexia: He'd have to be making a pact with Labor.
Matilda: Yes, he's more liberal minded than most in his party.
Anorexia: He can afford to be, being its leader.
Matilda: Boston is such a lovely place...if you look the rite way.
Anorexia: Much like every city I'd say then.
Matilda: I being into James and you being into Plath makes it more so.
Anorexia: Indeed.
Matilda: Sometimes I feel I can feel their spirit here.
Anorexia: Even tho they spent most there time back where we came from.
Matilda: Yes, funny that. We seem to be folowing their paths in reverse.
Anorexia: When most are learning English we're learning American.
Matilda: We're fashionably unfashionable.
Anorexia: I wouldn't say that with you in your leggings. You're more the 'in' girl.
Matilda: Yes, but you're the IT girl, like Sylvia Plath, if only you can stay alive. How's it going
with that?
Anorexia: What? In Plump Avenue? Temptation's everywhere. I think I could die of overeating
if anything. I've never seen people eat so much who are losing weit.
Matilda: Sounds like they've got the secret all worked out.
Anorexia: I know. I envy them.
Matilda: You should know by now. All the great thinkers are American.
Anorexia: Yes, in our world at least. 

Mr Plimsole: Phew, so much teaching today. Have you learnt anything while you've been
exercising all day?
Maisie: While I've been on the treadmill?
Mr Plimsole: What else?
Maisie: I think I discovered the secret of my slim-dress.
Mr Plimsole: Realy?
Maisie: Yes, I found out that its just LIFE that's fattening.
Mr Plimsole: Is that all?
Maisie: Yes, I thout that after eatin my third cream bun. I realy needed that to give me energy
for the next three hours on the mill.
Mr Plimsole: Oh, I can see then why you call it a treadmill now and not a running machine.
Maisie: Well, I've done with running. Be thankful I've not done with someone running my life.
Mr Plimsole: Did you say running or ruining?
Maisie: Take your pick. They're interchangeable.
Mr Plimsole: Oh, realy! What would Olivia Newton John say?
Maisie: I don't know, but I bet it'd be tough on the thighs!
Mr Plimsole: It is all unnecessary you know. You know that I'd like you in any size.
Maisie: Yes, but I only like YOU regular. If I let myself go you'd only walk in my shadow.
Mr Plimsole: True, I admit.
Maisie: Anyway, I mite be doin something different soon. Doreen the Dogwalker passed by
today and was telling me about a new slimming club up and running called Slim City.
Mr Plimsole: Isn't that London in two weeks time.
Maisie: No, that's the Olympics, tho she did look like she was dressed for the Olympics. She
was wearing the 78th different pair of leggings I've seen her wearing this month.
Mr Plimsole: She should get a gold medal.
Maisie: Yes and all the time she's been wearing the same boots.
Mr Plimsole: You'd think she'd have a bigger collection.
Maisie: Oh, she'll only wear white ones.
Mr Plimsole: That's American that. I remember those British wearing black socks.
Maisie: I know! Every American knows white is the color to wear!
Mr Plimsole: Can't wait til team USA realy cleans up!
Maisie: Yeah, Go Jordyn! Go Alexandra!
Mr Plimsole: Think the swimming's gonna go to that Halsall girl tho.
Maisie: Yeah, I thought she was French.
Mr Plimsole: We'll clean up in the men's tho.
Maisie: Yes, I'm sure the ripple effect will extend to the women.
Mr Plimsole: I fancy a coffee. I don't know how to make it.
Maisie: The men won't be cleaning up in that event.
Mr Plimsole: Yes, three shoots please.
Maisie: You can clean up after me....now watch this shot!
    

Carly: I'm trying a new diet today.
Rose: Sounds interesting - or as interesting as yesterday's - what is it?
Carly: Its simple. You just don't EAT?
Rose: That does seem to say it all. Isn't it kinda plain tho?
Carly: As I said, simple as.
Rose: I like heinz ketchup on my simple.
Carly: That could lead to complications.
Rose: Meaning?
Carly: You could get fat!
Rose: That's easy. I'll just pretend I'm pregnant again.
Carly: You don't think we're two fat persons with a thin person trying to get out?
Rose: As opposed to the opposite? Sure.
Carly: Next to that English chick we look like blown up balloons.
Rose: Yeah, she needs to FAT-up!
Carly: So you realise we've been losing calories just by speaking.
Rose: You're rite. My husband has been keeping me fat for years now I come to think of it. He
doesn't like me to be talking at all.
Carly: I reckon we should start a talking club.
Rose: That sounds like it'll be more popular than the rusty exercise club.
Carly: What's that club Ma Sunday was from?
Rose: The Old Victorians?
Carly: We should make a new version. USA style.
Rose: What will we talk about?
Carly: What we're interested in.
Rose: You mean food?
Carly: Ah, I see where the problem is.
Rose: They never said slimming was easy.
Carly: But we seem to be proving that putting weit on is.
Rose: You could take a leaf out of my name and eat edible roses.
Carly: And what would you eat out of my name? Cars?
Rose: Lets start a society anyway.
Carly: We could call it Slim City.
Rose: As long as the title's not ironic.
Carly: That remains to be seen.  

Anorexia: I'm thinking of going on a long jorney today, to Boston.
Honeysugar: Oh, the other side of the city? Its just a stride away.
Anorexia: Forty miles. You must be pretty bendable.
Honeysugar: I was once at the ballet.
Anorexia: Once.
Honeysugar: I noticed the chalk on the floor. I had to hoover it.
Anorexia: And they threw you out of the ballet class?
Honeysugar: No, I became its janitor.
Anorexia: I want to see Gardencourt. You know its a famos house in a novel.
Honeysugar: No, I don't know about books. They do get kind of dusty over time.
Anorexia: Yes, and of course, I must get up to Harvard for my course.
Honeysugar: Well, I must hoover up again. If you don't get up to Harvard I mite have to hoover
your books. They do seem to be gathering dust.
Anorexia: I've been a little preoccupied with my play The Mishap.
Honeysugar: When folks play there's always plenty of mishaps. I'm always hoovering up after
them. Sometimes I think I'm cleaning up after the whole world.
Anorexia: I think you'll be the last person left on earth after judgment day.
Honeysugar: I hope I shall be raptured before that, along with my hoover.
Anorexia: You won't find much dust in the new world.
Honeysugar: It will hardly be paradise then.
Anorexia: Maybe there will be a dusty corner just for you.
Honeysugar: If there is, it won't be dusty for long.
Anorexia: That's true.
Honeysugar: Oh, by the way, whatever happened to your trip back to England? You didn't go.
Anorexia: I know. I temporarily forgot I was studying at Harvard.
Honeysugar; Was studying?
Anorexia: Am studying.
Honeysugar: Am studying?
Anorexia: Am going to be studying.
Honeysugar: Well now its hoovering time, so study this.  

Mrs Primsunday: Am I going back now? I was quite getting used to here.
Anorexia: Well, we shouldn't realy be in the same place at the same time. You're a figment
of my imagination after all.
Mrs Primsunday: Maybe you're a figment of mine.
Anorexia: Yes, anyway. It doesn't matter. You're wanted for Lady Mishap's wedding with
Lord Slimly.
Mrs Primsunday: Yes, I heard about that.
Anorexia: You're needed for the catering for the reception. No-one can do without your cakes.
Mrs Primsunday: Plump Avenue will probably be pleased.
Anorexia: Yes, you've played havoc with their diets haven't you?
Mrs Primsunday: Popularity is unpopular, what can I say?
Anorexia: Time to pass thru the page then.
Mrs Primsunday: Send my apologies to Doreen the Dogwalker then for my not having her
daily donut.
Anorexia: Will do that. Cheerio.
Mrs Primsunday: Yes, tally-ho!
Anorexia: Indeed.......Must contact Henry Harry and reverse the exchange. Think England's
calling me again.
Honeysugar: Back again.
Anorexia: Vaccuuming time again?
Honeysugar: Hoovering, more like.
Anorexia: I should have known you'd still be doing it at the point of my leaving.
Honeysugar: Oh, are you going back? We've only just met.
Anorexia: Yes, there's been an invasion of giant hailstones in England.
Honeysugar: Realy? I guess you need to get back to check if your house is alrite.
Anorexia: Yes, rather. But I think I need to drop in on my friend Flaxlawna.
Honeysugar: That's a name!
Anorexia: Yes, she's half fairy.
Honeysugar: Realy? I can't keep up with you Britishers.
Anorexia: Yes, it mite be time.
Honeysugar: To go home? You already said.
Anorexia: No I was thinking of the invasion from space.
Honeysugar: The hailstone invasion? You said that also.
Anorexia: Yes, yes, that IS more believable after all.

Carly: Going up to Boston on the weekend?
Rose: Can't say I am.
Carly: Think its where Rexie's scarpered to? You know, Harvard and all that.
Rose: I don't major in knowing things so I couldn't say.
Carly: These educated types are always fleeing from us.
Rose: Yes, we outthink them.
Carly: In the university of life.
Rose: In the university of the universe!
Carly: I wouldn't go that far.
Rose: Safe to say we know about one thing, the main thing, namely calories.
Carly: Shame we couldn't put it into practice then.
Rose: I know. Mrs Primsunday's realy done for us there.
Carly: Safe to say if you want to stay slim don't have a cook for a neibour.
Rose: That should be our maxim.
Carly: Our motto.
Rose: That's what I said.
Carly: Oh.
Rose: What new's happening up at Boston anyway?
Carly: Save for the new donut parlor? Nothing.
Rose: I expect we could give it a look. Just to show we've the willpower to resist.
Carly: And if we had one.
Rose: Or two.
Carly: A ring, a chocolate and a jam.
Rose: Yes three.
Carly: Well, we'd only have them to remind ourselves of the junk food out there and
why we don't eat it.
Rose: We could do that with all the junk food.
Carly: But that would be glutonos.
Rose: I know. Musn't sin.
Carly: It'd be a sin not to try tho.
Rose: Well lets avoid the englishwoman all day and we'll still have room in our bellies
to fit it all in.
Carly: Yes, from now on its just USA.
Rose: I never realised patriotism could be so slimming.

Doreen the Dogwalker: This certainly IS a situation.
Maisie: It aint anything small.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Its got my poodle perm in a real curl.
Maisie: You still look good on it.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Thank you. You...You do look on it.
Maisie: Too many bakey things? I know. I know leggings are stretchable, but I'm stretching it.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Each day a batch of brand new cakes more tempting than the last.
Maisie: My running machine's on overdrive. Its wearing anorexic.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Yes, we want Rexie back, and this friend of her's given a new audience.
Maisie: Our problem is we don't like what we like.
Doreen the Dogwalker: We need to live in a world without cakes.
Maisie: Especialy because its the only world we want to live in.
Doreen the Dogwalker: I've not bagged my man yet. I can't afford to get fat.
Maisie: Believe me you wouldn't want to. Its affording me a lot pleasing mine.
Doreen the Dogwalker: You shouldn't have to.
Maisie: I don't. I do it for myself. I just tell him that to keep him happy.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Oh, you've got him trained.
Maisie: Like your poodle.
Doreen the Dogwalker: And my perm. I'm booked in for emergency hair maintenance this
afternoon.
Maisie: At the salon?
Doreen the Dogwalker: Where else?
Maisie: They're the only girls who wear leggings more often than we.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Its the attractiveness of their work uniform.
Maisie: Ever thought of joining them.
Doreen the Dogwalker: I would, but I can't cut a strait line.
Maisie: Its easy, just cut a shaggy perm.

Rose: What's that smell?
Carly: Oh, my word! Someone's baking cakes!
Rose: Quick! Dive for cover.
Carly: Where can we go tho? It seems to be folowing us everywhere.
Rose: We need to outrun it.
Carly: Just as well were wearing our jogging leggings then.
Rose: What are you talking about, we wear nothing but leggings all the time.
Carly: I know, I'm kinda confused you know. I feel like I'm having a nitemare in a cake shop.
Rose: The smell seems to be getting closer.
Carly: Oh, here she is the culprit. She's bringing out cakes to us on a plate.
Mrs. Primsunday: Running towards my friendship offering are you? Well, there's plenty to go
round. I'm Hydrangea your new resident, by the way.
Rose: I'm Rose.
Mrs. Primsunday: Oh, another flower.
Carly: I can't seem to hold out any longer.
Rose: Stay strong! Claw back that grabbing hand...oh, she's gone and done it.
Carly: Yum,umm,umm......I've had two!
Rose: I can't believe it!
Carly: I can't either. You've had three!
Mrs. Primsunday: Few can resist my little jam darlings.
Rose: I feel like I need to run to the otherside of the world.
Carly: To escape the scent?
Rose: As well as running off the calories.
Mrs. Primsunday: My cakes are of maximum fat of old fashioned English butter. You know that nut
of decoration on top.
Rose: Yes?
Mrs. Primsunday: That's that special nut of ten thousand calories all by itself.
Carly: Nooooooo!
Mrs. Primsunday: I'd bethinking my visit not too pleasing to you, but, now you've emptied the plate,
I can see my appearance is quite a hit!
Carly: Rose?
Rose: I can't help it. I've had six!!! 

Mrs. Primsunday: Is this Heaven or the United states of Englandshire?
Honeysugar: I aint sure but is that where you sprung up from?
Mrs Primsunday: I don't know, I was having a dizzy spell during the stirring of the dough for some
Chelsea buns I was making for the Bath Set, or was that Bath Buns for the Chelsea Set? I can't
quite recall.
Honeysugar: Oh, I sure do recall. Rexie said she was sending someone back in replacement for her.
Mrs Primsunday: Sexy Rexy, the new scullery maid?
Honeysugar: Yes, if you like. She does wear rather tite leggings. We all do. We're into the health
kick over here.
Mrs Primsunday: Oh, I always consider that a challenge to my baking skills. I'll have you fattened
up in no time.
Honeysugar: We'll see what the plump set has got to say about that.
Mrs Primsunday: The plump?
Honeysugar: Of Plump Avenue.
Mrs Primsunday: I see, seems like my cakes mite not be out of place after all.
Honeysugar: I did have a cake once, only I did eight hours hoovering afterwards to burn the excess
off.
Mrs Primsunday: Any other takers for cakes?
Honeysugar: There's Doreen the dog walker. She stays kind of glamoros despite the dough. When
she's not strutting around with her poodle in her leggings and whiteboots she's running a marathon
which makes good her daily six donuts.
Mrs Primsunday: It seems the slimmer the person the more cakes they eat.
Honeysugar: Is often the case in this street.
Mrs Primsunday: Avenue.
Honeysugar: Oh, yes. Fat is certainly fuel for the jorney.
Mrs Primsunday: That's good. Is that your motto?
Honeysugar: No, its speak instead of eat. You'd be surprised the pounds I've lost just chatting away.
Mrs Primsunday: I guess you'd lose it on your jaw then.
Honeysugar: Yes, its finely defined, can't you see?
Mrs Primsunday: Its rather attractive.
Honeysugar: Only it would be. Fat chance I have when the feller I'm interested in has a penchant
for a double chin.
Mrs Primsunday: Where I come from its the men themselves that have the chin that the ladies
don't have a penchant for!     

Honeysugar: How's it going?
Anorexia: Oh, its you again.
Honeysugar: Haven't seen a pen in your hand before. Writing home?
Anorexia: No, just writing.
Honeysugar: An author, hey? Have I wound up in any of your novels yet?
Anorexia: No, not yet, and its a play actualy.
Honeysugar: Realy? How's it going.
Anorexia: I'm working at it too much I think. A play should be exactly THAT. Play. Its when I'm
entertaining myself that I write my best words.
Honeysugar: So what's it called? The play.
Anorexia: The mishap. I've advertised it as an Oscar Wilde type play but its realy more like a Henry
James.
Honeysugar: That's a popular name.
Anorexia: Moreso than the author is I feel.
Honeysugar: So, you're stuck on this play. How're you gonna resolve it?
Anorexia: I'm feeling I mite have to climb inside it to help the two main characters out.
Honeysugar: They in trouble?
Anorexia: Only in that they can't get together. They're so mutualy attracted that they dislike each
other immensely.
Honeysugar: That's often the case. When we've done with hate, well then there's only love left
isn't there.
Anorexia: Quite rite.
Honeysugar: Yes, well now I have to hoover again.
Anorexia: Already?....If you don't mind I think I'll write you out for the present as I step inside
the vaccuum of The Mishap. I'll send someone back as my replacement. Byeeee.
Honeysugar: Oh, she's gone.     

Honeysugar: Oh, excuse me, I couldn't help noticing thru the window here didn't I
hoover that crumb up.
Anorexia: Oh, no, that must have rolled off my plate. I was thinking of having it for
breakfast but I was feeling too glutonos.
Honeysugar: Tell me about it! I'm tempted every day by my name. Honeysugar, don't
you know. Did I introduce myself?
Anorexia: Maybe, or maybe I couldn't hear you over your hoover.
Honeysugar: I am perfecting quite a yell to compensate!
Anorexia: You're quite billowsome now.
Honeysugar: Is that French! Haven't heard it before. Don't like the French much.
Anorexia: What don't you like?
Honeysugar: They don't have a certain 'Je Ne Sais Pas'
Anorexia: Hope you're bigger on the English.
Honeysugar: You can be sure about that. Do you know Kate Middleton?
Anorexia: No, but I should. Think she's my friend Matilda's next door neighbor, even tho she
lives thirty miles away.
Honeysugar: So she can't stroll over there for a cup of sugar, poor dear,..Matilda? Is that long
for something.
Anorexia: Tilly, I think.
Honeysugar: Capital!
Anorexia: Yes, she is made of money.
Honeysugar: Does she have shares?
Anorexia: No, she shares it with the poor, on all her ventures for the homeless.
Honeysugar: Well, as long as we can't catch it I,m sure its a venerable idea.
Anorexia: Is that English?
Honeysugar: Yes, you don't know how I model myself on Kate!
Anorexia: I just hope I match up to the example then.
Honeysugar: Unless you can produce a Prince you never could.
Anorexia: I do have a tiara I wear sometimes.
Honeysugar: Yes, but Kate is so cool I've heard her's is made out of sugar! 

Anorexia's blog:

The day is as long as we are awake
Awake are the listeners to dreams
Dreams help us to sleep
Sleep is when we stop pretending
Pretenders to crowns cut themselves on them
Them are the people we never can meet
Meetings are the coming together of two halfs
Half is never too much of too little
Little problems annoy us largely
Large are the things we grow up in our mind
Mindful we are of things without a mind
Minding the day as long as we are awake. 

Anorexia: I'll have to make it a quick call. You wouldn't believe how much its costing me.
Matilda: Unless you tell me, no I wouldn't.
Anorexia: Just imagine money going down the drain.
Matilda: How's it going then in Boston?
Anorexia: Fine. The Bostonians seem to be a conscientious bunch.
Matilda: What have you been doing then?
Anorexia: O.K. question two. You know, just the usual. Not eating. Watching others not eating.
Being invited out to non-dinners.
Matilda: Sounds like you're in your Heaven then.
Anorexia: I could do with a few fat people to make me feel thinner tho. I swear I've put on a
crumb of weight. How many calories are there in jet lag?
Matilda: Well, there's all the high air, but its thinner up there, so that should be lo-fat.
Anorexia: It might be because we're five hours behind here. I'm probably asleep when I'd
normaly be exercising.
Matilda: Sounds almost feasable.
Anorexia: You'll have to come across sometime. You'll fit in here. Everyone's wearing leggings.
They're all into their health kick.
Matilda: Did I tell you I'm helping out at Cardomin's clothes emporium?
Anorexia: No, you didn't, and the place sounds like its graduated. Last time I heard it was just
a plain shop.
Matilda: Yes, but all the stock sold out so it had to expand.
Anorexia: Like most of the elasticated stuff it sells then.
Matilda: Yes, and Cardomin is very stretchable..in her mind, as well as her clothes.
Anorexia: Oh, oh..credit's running out.
Matilda: Its so English of us to use the old fashioned method!
Anorexia: I know, next we'll be sending telegrams.
Matilda: I think they're called texts.
Anorexia: Or tweets.
Matilda: I'd probably revert back to pigeon post..Oh, she's gone.      

Honeysugar: Hi! Don't mind me. I'm the cleaner. Are you the new girl or are you just breaking in?
Anorexia: Yes, I'm just passing by. I've got the family jewels bulging my pockets.
Honeysugar: Now I can tell by your accent that unless you're an International Thief you're the
visitor from England.
Anorexia: Yes, Anorexia.
Honeysugar: Who is?
Anorexia: My name.
Honeysugar: You'll have to speak English.
Anorexia: Rexie, Rexie is my name.
Honeysugar: You should have said, I'm Honeysugar. I'm kind of fattening.
Anorexia: You cook big dinners?
Honeysugar: No, I make everyone else look on the large size by standing right next to them. Tho I
can see with you I'll have my work cut out. You're so emaciated.
Anorexia: Thank you for the compliment.
Honeysugar: Now I must burn some calories and get my vaccuum out. I haven't had any calories
today so I'm hoping to wear into the bone.
Anorexia: Do you have good days and bad days as far as slimming goes.
Honeysugar: On a good day I generaly pass out. Its my body telling me I'm happy with my lack of
calories.
Anorexia: And on a bad day?
Honeysugar: Oh, I pass out also, from the shock of eating. Its my way of telling me that my body's
happy with my calories.
Anorexia: Our bodies are our greatest enemies.
Honeysugar: If only we could empty them completely like hoovers!

Mr Plimsole: Going out to work again, darling.
Maisie: Not working as hard as me I hope on the treadmill.
Mr Plimsole: Nobody would be able to, you're so dedicated.
Maisie: I know. I sometimes think I should have married myself.
Mr Plimsole: The amount of time you look in the mirror, maybe you did.
Maisie: What was that.
Mr Plimsole: Oh nothing, you had to be there.
Maisie: Well, don't go disturbing my exercise for too long then.
Mr Plimsole: I couldn't keep you from the gym.
Maisie: Think of me in my stars and stripes leotard. I'll be representing New England in Slimming in
no time.
Mr Plimsole: Its about time you did something with your weight. I thought the scales were glued.
Maisie: I was sticking exactly to my 2000 calories a day, but then I remembered I had to exercise.
Mr Plimsole: We always forget something don't we.
Maisie: Yes, we do. Here's your umbrella.
Mr Plimsole: Oh, thank you. They've given out sun all day tho.
Maisie: Use it as a sun shade then.
Mr Plimsole: Brains as well as beauty. You'll be my Brandy Johnson in no time.  

Miss Rye-Veta: Hi! You must be the new girl. Bulemia, isn't it?
Anorexia: No, Anorexia.
Miss Rye-Veta: That sounds difficult to say. I'll have to write it down.
Anorexia: Oh, call me Rexie then.
Miss Rye-Veta: O.k. I'm Gillian by the way, tho my full title's Miss Rye-Veta. I was last issue's
slimmer of the season. Has my fame spread to England do you know?
Anorexia: I don't know, but it is now greatly admired by myself I might add.
Miss Rye-Veta: I'm no Kate Middleton, I know, but I do try my best.
Anorexia: You'd be royalty in my circles.
Miss Rye-Veta: You'll have to give me some of your tips. You're so deathly thin.
Anorexia: I don't know that I have exactly a manifesto.
Miss Rye-Veta: Oh, well I'd vote for whatever you stood for. You'll have to come down for
non-dinner some time. We have large spacious gaps between meals and we find talking does
burn the calories so.
Anorexia: Sounds yummy.
Miss Rye-Veta: Come round at about eight then and we'll not eat for hours.
Anorexia: Thanks, you're really spoiling me.

Carly: Wow, these scales aren't kind at all! Was feeling like having a fat day today too! What
with Rose coming round.
Robert: Hi, darling. Late niter again, slept in the spare room so not to wake ya.
Carly: I was wondering where you were just before I sparked out after my power walk. Then I was
dead to the world. You could have divorced me for all I knew.
Robert: Divorce? Don't think that's a word I've used yet.
Carly: What?
Robert: Oh, nothing. You're having Rose round for dinner right?
Carly: Yes, but she'll be gone by eight if you want to join me. By seven thirty if she's feeling quite eaty.
Robert: Yes, I think I will join you if you don't mind. I do have something I want to say to you.
Carly: Is it a surprise? Oh, do tell me. I do like surprises.
Robert: Its not something I say everyday, no, but you'll have to wait. Otherwise it won't be a surprise
will it?
Carly: I suppose not. Though I will be scoffing my food down in full anticipation, so it'd better be good.
Robert: Well, later then and you'll find out. Now I'll leave you and your leggings to your run my dear.
Carly: Oh, they're all the fashion now don't you know. I'll be wearing them all the time. And for folks
like me with a yo-yoing figure they're just the ticket. They're quite stretchable you see.
Robert: Yes, I do see. They're not the same pair you wore in the eighties are they?
Carly: Oh, no, but they look the same. You know I'll only wear black. Its such a slimming color.
Robert: I know, you wouldn't have anything else.

Mr. Plimsole: Yes, I think you're going to love it in Plump Avenue.
Anorexia: I'm a little concerned about the name, I might say.
Mr. Plimsole: I know. Malnutrition Road would have been less disconcerting but that's on the other
side of town at the end of the Donut Diner.
Anorexia: Another place to avoid then. They don't have a Celery Center do they?
Mr. Plimsole: I haven't heard of one and being normal why would I? You were joking right?
Anorexia: Er, yes, yes, for sure.
Mr. Plimsole: Oh, here's Carly doing one of her midnight power walks. She's a neighbor of ours.
Carly: Hiiiii, Can't stop, travelling at the full four miles an hour.
Mr. Plimsole: See you later then.. ..She used to dog walk but the poodle traveled too fast for her so
she had to give it up.
Anorexia: That's sad. How about a tortoise. No that would be too slow.
Mr. Plimsole: A lazy cat might do, but those don't take for being taken around on leads.
Anorexia: Oh, is this it? Number 14?
Mr. Plimsole: Yes, there's Maisie inside. She's been housebound of late.
Anorexia: Oh, dear. Did she hurt herself.
Mr. Plimsole: No, its account of her weight. She ballooned a little and now she's exercising the air
out of her before she takes to the outside air again. She walked that treadmill five miles a day without
leaving the room.
Anorexia: Wow, folks have so much to do on Plump Avenue! 

Miss Rye-Veta: I thought you were never coming.
Greg: I couldn't get the required sugar, the regular.
Miss Rye-Veta: You're a regular sort, sorting thru all the types all the time.
Greg: Sometimes there's so much to choose from you don't feel like buying anything.
Miss Rye-Veta: Faced with the enormity of the choice I always forget what I've come for.
Greg: And buy everything except the thing we need.
Miss Rye-Veta: What I needed was you here earlier. I almost gave in to my hunger with boredom.
Greg: You didn't know what to do with your lips.
Miss Rye-Veta: Oh, but now I do. I can plant a kiss on you.
Greg: Sweet.....a little too sweet. Have you been on the sugar?
Miss Rye-Veta: Well, if I have it won't matter. I'll just take twice as much of this lo-cal variety you've
brought and I'll redress the balance.
Greg: Yes, that sounds like good math.
Miss Rye-Veta: Does it really?
Greg: Lets just say you could bamboozle any scholar.
Miss Rye-Veta: I know. I'm quite an education aren't I?!

Rose: Oh, she needs me for sure! If only for the fact that I'm more fuller framed and make her
look smaller in comparrison.
Will: She probably wishes for you to eat most of the food to remain so.
Rose: Well, you won't be complaining then, will you.
Will: You know I always by thick sliced bread.
Rose: I know, I have a deal of a time trying to work it off again.
Will: Talking of things thinner, I hear there's a new girl's coming to the neighborhood.
Rose: Yes an exchange student. Henry Harry's exchanging with her.
Will: Annie, or something?
Rose: Anorexia, one of those strange European names. Why can't the go for Babybubble or Skyrocket
like our celebrities do?
Will: Yes, those are far more sensible.
Rose: As sensible as medium sliced bread.
Will: I'll compromise on that if you promise to not go around to Carly's every nite.
Rose: Every night? But isn't Robert going to be there almost every nite?
Will: Robert? Er..what do I know.
Rose: I wonder....what do you know?
Will: Er...why do I feel like I'm now in a sandwich? 

Carly: Himm himm himm hummdy hummdy humpty...Great song. What's that? Oh, the phone.
Now where did I put you? Oh, be quiet Mr. D.J. while I think. Yes, I left it in the kitchen. I
always leave things in the kitchen! Why didn't I think? Now, here it is. Oh, its rung off. I'm
going to have to stop having a phone as I can never find it in time to answer it. Now who could
it have been. It could have been Robert. It could have been grave news. He might not be able
to find the lo-fat! Oh, the thought of it makes me feel like getting fat right now. Just as well I've
never got any food in. No, the cupboards are as empty as my personality is when I'm on a diet.
I blame Robert. He's so slim. If he was fatter he'd be eating all the food and then I wouldn't be
able to. I wonder how many calories I'm burning up worrying about who made the call? Maybe
it was Diet Monthly telling me I'm the fattest slimmer of the week. Or, Lord helpme, Diet Weekly
saying they've cancelled my subscription after one episode for being a bad example. Oh, Robert
save me! Oh, its worked. He's rung again. Maybe I'll try that again. Give me a million pounds!
Hi, Rob..Oh, its Rose. No I haven't put a million pounds on in weight. Did you call just before?
Oh, you did. What? The dinner? Yes, tomorrow night. Weren't you listening? Well, make up for
it by bringing extra cake. If I'm going to win slimmer of the month I'd better put on loads of weight
first to give me an easier starting point!    

Mr Plimsole: This anorexic you're meeting.
Henry Harry:Anorexia you mean?
Mr Plimsole: Yes, when d'you meet her?
Henry Harry: Oh, you know my friend from Harvard, Matilda?
Mr Plimsole: Yes, Spencer's girl.
Henry Harry: Well, Rexie came over to Boston with her.
Mr Plimsole: Bookish?
Henry Harry: Only that she has to read books for her studying.
Mr Plimsole: Its the best reason for reading. And you get marks for it too.
Henry Harry: Yes, I sometimes think marks should be out of eleven, not ten, as there's always
someone who comes along and does things better.
Mr Plimsole: Or maybe I should give her marks out of a hundred and ten, as in percent?
Henry Harry: Oh, you know its only possible to give a hundred percent.
Mr Plimsole: That's philosophical as well as mathematical. You must be broadening your studies.    

Miss Rye-Veta: Greg's been gone a long time.
Honeysugar: You don't think he's found another woman do you?
Miss Rye-Veta: No, I think he's just found another sugar. He's always hunting for bargains.
Honeysugar: I've heard of a new sugar with no calories, maybe he's found that.
Miss Rye-Veta: I won't be satisfied til they've made one that takes calories away.
Honeysugar: I suppose going to the mall yourself would do that.
Miss Rye-Veta: Oh, I like to give Greg that pleasure, you know he's got more weight to lose.

Carly: Are you eating tomorrow nite?
Rose: At all, do you mean?
Carly: No, at the resteraunt.
Rose: Couldn't afford.
Carly: You'll have to come round to the anorexic kitchen then, Robert is going to be out all day.
Rose: I'm not going to have to eat all his food for him am I?
Carly: No, that's what we used to do. Remember, we're slimmers now.
Rose: Oh, yes. How do you spell it? I don't believe I've heard that word before. 

Mr. Plimsole: Its good to get out.
Henry Harry: And not just to play golf.
Mr. Plimsole: No excuses needed, we're being rewarded.
Henry Harry: Its unusual.
Mr. Plimsole: Unprecedented.
Henry Harry: I wonder what we've done wrong.
Mr. Plimsole: Apart from not fixing the sink for a year I can't think.
Henry Harry: I know. I forgot our wedding anniversary but I do that every year. So it can't be that.
Mr. Plimsole: You don't think they're plotting do you?
Henry Harry: Plotting what?
Mr. Plimsole: Our demise.
Henry Harry: We're so low already, I don't think we've got far to fall.

Miss. Rye-Veta: Not cooking tonite?
Honeysugar: No, I'm on a diet. Just five meals a day.
Miss. Rye-Veta: How many hours are in your day?
Honeysugar: More than 24. I'm multi tasking.
Miss. Rye-Veta: You don't mind if I scoff down a breadstick do you?
Honeysugar: No, I haven't eaten for more than an hour, but I think I'll survive.
Miss. Rye-Veta: Its just with men not around we have more food.
Honeysugar: Without them hoovering it all up, I know.
Miss Rye-Veta: But WITH men not being around we tend to eat all the food.
Honeysugar: I know, comfort eating. Call me Dyson Super Suction.    

Pilot Episode

Carly: Phew, that was close! Almost had to be rushed to hospital for putting a pound on in weight.
Rose: So what was the emergency?
Carly: Oh, I hadn't adjusted the scales properly.
Rose: I can't think of anything worse.
Carly: I know!
Rose: Oh, how you suffer.
Carly: I almost imagined I could see myself when I turned side on.
Rose: That wouldn't do. You're famous for turning invisible at the drop of a hat.
Carly: And if I put on a pound in weight, I'll only be famous for fifteen minutes.