Rose: How many operations have you had?
Cassandra: Seven hundred and eight. Next week, it's seven hundred and nine. I'm having my blood bleached. Is that why you wanted a word? You could be flatter. You've got a little bit of a… chin poking out.
Rose: I'd rather die.
Cassandra: Honestly, it doesn't hurt!
Rose: I mean it. I would rather die. It's better to die than live like you, a bitchy trampoline.
Cassandra: Oh, well, what do you know?
Rose: I was born on that planet. And so was my mum, and so was my dad. And that makes me officially the last human being in this room. Cos you're not human. You've had it all nipped and tucked and flattened til there's nothing left. Anything human got chucked in the bin. You're just skin, Cassandra. Lipstick and skin.