"At least you can get yours to sit down for that shit. My babies are great, don't get me wrong, but the hair. The hair, bitch. I want to see their pretty faces, but they're all so goddamn attached to their ugly fuzz." She casts a suspicious glance toward Oceana. "Do you drug them or something? Slip it in their tea? Or do you just warm them up with cocktails? You can be honest, I'm your mother."