That's My Jacket. That's My Face.

• Tegan: You guise have been so fabulous, I'm sorry that it's over, but this will be our last song. I just had the greatest time and I'm so glad that Sara didn't die, even though see wore a jacket on stage. It's so hot up here, and... um, she looks great.
• Audience: *becomes a pack of wild animals*
• Tegan: That's my jacket!
• Sara: That's my face.
• Tegan: ...
• Sara: Basically, your face is a variation of my face.
• Tegan: I came out first leading me to believe that is was my face first. My egg was fertilized first, and then it broke. I felt bad for your soul, so I broke in half and let you come along on this journey with me.
• Sara: I would say that it is more likely that it was my womb first and I kicked your fucking shit ass out.
• Tegan: I don't take that, you know why? Because the first twin always bonds with the mom first, so I feel like mum and I have a lot closer of a relationship. Plus, she feels sorry for me because you sat on my ear. And now it's all curved, and some day when I have a lot of money I'm gonna get it fixed and nobody's even gonna know, but I'm gonna look totally different. I'll be a completely different face. I'll look probably more like you.
• Sara: Right, the original face.
• Tegan: Yeah. My face is wider, I have a stronger jaw which leads me to believe that your face was made of the left over clay... And this will be our last song.
• *starts playing living room*