Psst! It's me, Gaga. But no one must know.
Hey, Gary. How's your wife and kids?
You idiots! She meant we should disperse.
Lisa, you un-tattooed little miracle, I'm not leaving here until I restore your sense of hope.
Stop it, Homer! Some of that meat is me.
This pity party's being shut down by the smile police. Here's what you're gonna do.
Why do you keep telling me what I'm gonna do? This isn't about me.
Whoa, easy, little monster.
Tiny diamonds. Hurts like hell.