Angelea shocks and amazes us: “I’ve always wanted to go to Greece. I’m a history buff, so I know about the mythology about Zeus and the Gods....” There is only one God, and her name is Tyra.
Laura stresses about her speech: “I’m worried about my own English let alone having to say Greek words.” We’re worried about your English, too, Laura.
Laura gets her Goddesses confused: “If I were a Greek goddess, I would be Venus.” Clearly, this girl isn’t a history buff like Angelea.
Lisa defends her skimpy outfit: “Politicians really like minimal clothes... if you watch the news.” Which none of these ladies do.
Miss Jay encourages Angelea: “There you go, boo. There you go!” Watch out Andre, there’s a new life coach in town.
Angelea pumps herself up: “I had an idea, girl!” Such rare occurrences deserve excitement!
Laura designs a dress: “My goddess is kinda like the goddess of birth, but like the birth of calves and wheat.” Three letters: W. T. F.
Michael Cinco: “I don’t like to make something with lights, because I don’t like it to look tacky.” Woah, woah, woah. There’s nothing tacky about a dress made of neon.
Allison fears the sun: “Since I have vampire vision, and I’m not meant to be in the daylight, I literally can’t open my eyes, and when I do. Tears.” Somewhere, The Game is shaking his head in disappointment.
Mr. Jay: “When was the last time you drizzled olive oil on yourself?” Lisa: “Like a couple weeks ago.” She must be referring to her boyfriend’s conjugal visit.