JO.
How can you possibly make a model out of that? You can't be serious. 
 [bad word] 
When I get through with you, you'll look like? what do you call beautiful...?
tree. 
You'll look like a tree.
 [bad word] 
Frankly, dear, your modesty reveals to me
Self-appraisal often makes us sad
And if I add your funny face appeals to me
Please don't think I've suddenly gone mad.

You have all the qualities of Peter Pan 
I'd go far before I'd find a sweeter Pan.

I love your funny face
Your sunny, funny face.
For you're a cutie
With more than beautie.
You've got a lot of 
per-son-a-li-ty for me.

You fill the air with smiles
For miles and miles and miles
Though you're no Mona Lisa
For worlds I'd not replace,
Your sunny, funny face.

I love your funny face 
Your sunny, funny face. 
You're not exotic 
But so hypnotic.
You're much too much 
If you can cook the way you look.

I'd swim the ocean wide
Just to have you by my side. 
Though you're no Queen of Sheba, 
For worlds I'd not replace 
Your sunny, funny face.

 [bad word] turns on the projector light. This time it lights the face of Jo,
who is standing at the screen, smiling.]