(Smug, full of himself) – "Honestly, it must be exhausting being so... plain. I don’t know how you manage."

(Snarky, but with insecurity creeping in) – "Oh, please! Like I’d ever be jealous of you. I mean, sure, you’re talented, and people like you, and—ugh, whatever! It doesn’t matter!"

(Mocking, but bitter underneath) – "Oh, look at them, so perfect, so adored. Must be nice having everything handed to you."