JANICE DICKINSON: Yes, it does. Look at the camera–not directly at the camera, but just beyond the camera. Relax your neck a little.
SANJAYA MALAKAR: Don’t you think my hair looks shiny too? I think we might go to the same stylist.
JANICE DICKINSON: I doubt that.
SANJAYA MALAKAR: But I mean, it looks good, right?
JANICE DICKINSON: Listen kid, I don’t give a shit about your hair.
SANJAYA MALAKAR: This hair made me famous!
JANICE DICKINSON: You bitch, you are not famous.
SANJAYA MALAKAR: I am famous! I was on American Idol!
JANICE DICKINSON: You didn’t win. That kid with the frosty tips won. Or that robust girl.
SANJAYA MALAKAR: [Miffed] I was the people’s choice!
JANICE DICKINSON: Did you win an award?
SANJAYA MALAKAR: …
JANICE DICKINSON: God, kid, just part your lips and take the picture.
SANJAYA MALAKAR: You’re not even a model anymore.
JANICE DICKINSON: Are you kidding me? I was the first super–
SANJAYA MALAKAR: Supermodel? Whatever, bitch. You’re a has-been.
JANICE DICKINSON: You’re a never-was!
SANJAYA MALAKAR: You’re a never-was, bitch!
JANICE DICKINSON: I’ll pull your fucking hair out, bitch!
SANJAYA MALAKAR: Don’t! No!
JANICE DICKINSON: [grabs for tufts] You’re going down, you little coont!
SANJAYA MALAKAR: [sobbing] Stop it!!! No!!! I am America’s sweetheart! I AM AMERICA’S SWEETHEART!
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