BRAD: This artwork is so... right here.
ANGELINA: If I look for ten more seconds, is that polite enough?
BRAD: Boring.
ANGELINA: Must remember to blink.
BRAD: I hope I didn't leave any dinner in my beard.
ANGELINA Thank God, I look sufficiently boring and skinny. No one's going to pay attention to me when Brad is growing goat hair on his face.
BRAD: This thing itches. I wonder if it's rude to scratch it.
ANGELINA: Shoot, did I leave my sex-swing on?
BRAD: And I have that Miley Cyrus song in my head. Resisting... urge... to sing...
ANGELINA: I hope I didn't forget to take my knives out from under my pillow.
BRAD: Hurry up, Angie, walk away so that I can, too.
ANGELINA: Come on, Brad, move along. I'm waiting.
BRANGELINA: YAWN.






