Donna: “What do you read, my girl?”Girl: “Slanders, madam. For the satirical rogue says here that old women have gray hairs, their boobs sagging, their skin dry and flaking like an old onion, and that they have mustache problems, together with most broad butts—all which, madam, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down. For yourself, madam, shall grow as old as I am—if like a crab you could go backward.”
Donna: “What do you read, my girl?”Girl: “Slanders, madam. For the satirical rogue says here that old women have gray hairs, their boobs sagging, their skin dry and flaking like an old onion, and that they have mustache problems, together with most broad butts—all which, madam, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down. For yourself, madam, shall grow as old as I am—if like a crab you could go backward.”