what?

A to me, as we drive home from his psychiatrist appointment last night: I'm not worried about myself. I know I'll be fine. It's you that I'm really worried about. I mean, look at you. Where will you be in 5 years? Do you think you'll even own a house by then?

PL to me in 5th period: Sugar, go on! You look like Kanye West dressed like that.