Sophia (standing, looking into the mirror, striking an impossibly flexible pose): "Seriously, I never looked this good in my life!" "Look at that face!" "These curves!" "I can't be a day over twenty!" "And blue is definitely my color!"
Amy: "We should run some tests on — " Sophia (glances back): "Anybody wanna go out for drinks to celebrate?" Chloe grimaces.
Zia: "Any normal time I'd be way ahead of you, but I think Amy's right, we really should run some tests on — "
Sophia sighs, deflated.
Sophia (arms crossed): "Fine, fine, yeah. As the seniormost grown adult in this lab, I have a responsibility to the science. This success needs to be documented, in detail."
Sophia: "So you ladies have exactly three hours to run as many tests as you can and write down everything." "_And then — _"
Sophia (holding up the mirror again, looking at herself posing): " — and then I'm going clubbing," " — see if it's even possible to get this body drunk," " — and squeeze in as many regrets as I can." "I might never look this hot again."
Chloe (anxiously): "Isn't that — kind of — really shallow — for a distinguished professor?" Sophia (wryly): "Call it 'research.'" "After fifty years of ugly and smart, it's time to find out how the other half lives."
Characters: Amy, Chloe, Sophia, Zia
What did I just say about about you people going completely off the rails? Does nobody listen anymore?