Yeah, yeah, I know.
M: I mean...look at you. Bags, circles under your eyes. Dry skin. Dry hair. Dry nails. You're just dry.
M: You know, I only say this cuz I love ya!
M: Well you need to do some---
I gotta go.
M: You don't wanna hear the truth.
M: We're not finished. No not at all. You can't avoid me forever! You're gonna look at me to see if you have something in your teeth or you eye and bam! I'm gonna get ya!
The mirror sounds like a cross between an old Jewish lady, my mom, the mob and me.