: Yeah? Well it wasn't so funny to me. Dr. Christopher Saunders: Hello, Laura. Laura Pierson: Hi, Kevin. [chuckles] Laura Pierson: Well, it looks like you're doing well. Dr. Christopher Saunders: Been busy. Laura Pierson: Yeah? Dr. Christopher Saunders: Hmm. Laura Pierson: Well, my sister, Katey, is really happy with her results. Dr. Christopher Saunders: Good. Laura Pierson: Yeah, makes me regret that I didn't take you up on your offer at Baylor, where I could've gotten 'em for free. [chuckles] Dr. Christopher Saunders: How's Steve? Laura Pierson: We got divorced about three months ago. Dr. Christopher Saunders: Oh, I'm sorry. Laura Pierson: He's not such a nice guy, it turns out. [both chuckle] Dr. Christopher Saunders: Well, you look good. Laura Pierson: Thanks. But I wanna look better. So, um... I was thinking that maybe you could give me something like you gave Katey. I mean, I'm a little more skinny on top, and... and she's more, um... Yeah. [chuckles] Laura Pierson: You're probably totally used to this, right? I should just... show ya. Dr. Christopher Saunders: Okay. Laura Pierson: [chuckles as she unties the strings on her suede vest] It's good to see you again. Dr. Christopher Saunders: Mm-hmm. [Laura opens her vest and reveals her breasts. Dr. Saunders looks at them] Laura Pierson: So what do you think? Dr. Christopher Saunders: I think they're super. Laura Pierson: [happily] Oh, thanks! Dr. Christopher Saunders: I think we can go bigger. Laura Pierson: [nervously] How big? Male Interviewer: Lisanne - 32A, Magazine Editor. [claps board] Lisanne: You want the bra off too? Male Interviewer: Yeah. Lisanne: Now, you're not showing my face, are you? Female Interviewer: No. Lisanne: Okay. Because I would die if anyone knew I was doing this. Hold on. [with her face out of our view, Lisanne reaches behind her back, unhooks her bra, and takes it off revealing her fist-sized breasts] Lisanne: There. There you have it. What do you want me to say? Female Interviewer: How do you feel about your breasts? Lisanne:
How do I feel about my breasts? Well... how would *you* feel about them? I have gone to the Dentist and had tools laid on my chest as though it was a tray, as though it was a totally flat place upon which a person can unthinkingly lay their things on and, you know, get 'em later... I know that you guys probably don't like it that I'm getting the operation because you're feminists or, you know, something. I don't know.