Jennifer: Ooo...your face is really oily...perfect!
Billy: Why? Are you planning to stir-fry my face?
Jennifer: Nope. I'm going to tell your fortune. So...the oilier, the better.
Billy: You've gone bonkers, Jen.
Jennifer: It's facial paper, and it fits into the rings of my binder! It's magical.
Billy: OK. Let's see. Give me a sheet.
