Bathroom Mal: Hi! It's Jane, right? Ah, always loved that name. Jane. Jane: That's cool. Mal: Don't go! I guess I was just kind of hoping to make a friend. You probably have all the friends you need though, huh? Jane: Hardly. Mal: Really? I mean, with your mom being fairy godmother and headmistress? I mean, not to mention your own, um... personality. Jane: I'd rather be pretty. You've got great hair. Mal: You know what? I have just the thing for that. It's right... Ah, here. "Beware, forswear, replace the old with brand new hair." Jane: Oh, ah, ah! Mal: Wow! You almost don't notice your... Other features anymore. Jane: Do my nose! Mal: Oh, I can't. I've been practicing, but you know, I can't do really big magic. Not like your mom with her wand. I mean, one swoosh from that thing and you could probably have whatever features you wanted. Jane: She doesn't use the wand anymore. She believes the real magic is in the books. And not the spell books, regular books with history and stuff. Mal: What a rip. Jane: Yeah. Mal: You know, she used magic on Cinderella, who wasn't even her real daughter. Doesn't she love you? Jane: Well, of course she does. It's... It's just, you know, tough love. "Work on the inside, not the outside." You know, that sort of thing. Mal: That's the face! Yeah, and then just look as If your... your heart is about to break. "Oh, mother, I just don't understand why you can't make me beautiful, too." Jane: Think it would work? Mal: Yeah. I mean, that's what old Cindy did, right? And your mother Bibbidi-bobbidi-booed the living daylights out of her. And, hey, If your mom does decide to, you know, break out the old wand, invite me. Jane: If I can convince mom, you're so there. Mal: Yay. Jane: Bye. Mal: Bye.