[Oh, Neph. Don't make her break you. Donna suppresses an amused smile, though that's not entirely possible.]

What's it sound like, Neph? People, human people, put on white t-shirts - just t-shirts and swim suits - get hosed down and judges decide who looks the best. It's like a beauty contest.

[She'll let that sink into Neph's head as a visual and wait for things to click.]