Satan:  Oh , I 'm ordering your Tequila Sally 's uniform .
Lucy: Right .
Satan: So , what are you ? A ten ?
Lucy: A TEN ?
Satan: Twelve ? What ?
Lucy: Oh , my God ! I 'm a six !
Satan: Ummmm ... I do n't think so . I mean , really ?
Lucy: Yeah . I - I'm ...
Satan: I - Maybe I do n't know women 's clothing ...
Lucy: I think maybe you do n't . Or women 's body types . Because there is no universe in which I am a twelve .
Satan: Look , okay , Lucy !
Lucy: Yeah ?
Satan: I do n't want to order you a _ six _ and then you 're gon na tell me a week after I get it for you , " I need a ten , " or " I need a twelve . "
Lucy: That 's not gon na happen . That 's not gon na happen .
Satan: All right , so , between now and the time the six comes in , you should lose twenty pounds .
Lucy: DAD !
Satan: Haha , what ?