Donna: What happened to your face?
Miss Evangelista: Transcription errors. Destroyed my face, did wonders for my intellect. I’m a very poor copy of myself.
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Miss Evangelista: We’re only strings of numbers in here. I think a decimal point may have shifted in my IQ. But my face has been the bigger advantage. I have the two qualities you required to see absolute truth: I am brilliant. And unloved.