[spending so much time surrounded by plastic smiles--wearing them herself--Mandy knows the real thing fairly well, and it's good to see it on Rose now]

You're welcome.

[it's just as sincere; she may have paid lip service to a lot of musicians in the past if they wore tight enough pants, but that was a long time ago. Now, even nudity won't keep her from telling someone when they can't carry a tune in a bucket. Well, probably not.

She sighs heavily, nodding]

Yeah. I've tried to tell myself it's just drivel made to sell greeting cards and to get us girls to sign a wretched contract without reading the fine print for...well over a decade now. Maybe one day I'll actually get myself to believe it. I'll probably have a bridge and a herd of flying pigs to sell you when that happens.