Deep [into her eyes] Meanings

Penny: He is staring into my soulllllllll. At about 0:55 he starts gazing into my eyes and I just can’t do anything but be mesmerized until 1:19.
(a minute later)
But I don’t understand the rubber noses.
Polly: Allow me to deconstruct for you. It’s a commentary on relationships in this age of constant communication. Everything we have to say is a farce. A facade. A “false nose”. Our identities are merely projections. We are hyperboles of ourselves.
Penny: I like the broody one. Look at his vest!
Polly: I like the goofy one with the chicken dance moves. Even what we perceive as love is all a joke in the end…