Claire was in her room, singing to her babies.
Claire: Lullaby, by, by... my baby don't you cry, cry, cry. It's a lullaby, by, by and I don't care if you die, die, die...
Betsy: What? That's pretty sad.
Claire: No, I mean "dye" like what YOU do to your hair.
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