On January Jones.

S: I’m so jealous of her beautiful forehead. It’s a weird thing to be jealous of, but I am. It’s the kind of forehead poets write sonnets about. High and smooth.

C: Yeah, I’ve never heard of anyone that was jealous of a forehead. She just has such a classic/Grace Kelly beauty.

S: My forehead is low, and I’ve got a wrinkle that cuts it in half horizontally. So basically the opposite.

C: I have never noticed that about you.

S: I want botox. ALREADY.

C: Me too.

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