JERRY: Don't worry about a THING, Renee, it's all going to be FINE. Just keep smiling.
RENEE: Wait, what?
JERRY: I'm not gonna lie to you, it doesn't look good.
RENEE: You don't like it? Damn, that is cold. I thought it...
JERRY: It's not a matter of opinion. It's empirically awful. But smile through the pain and the night will be over soon.
RENEE: It's that bad, huh?
JERRY: Worse! It's NEWMAN bad.
RENEE: Oh, God, I had no idea. I could've sworn this was flattering.
JERRY: Not even a little! You were SO wrong!
RENEE: I guess I'll send it back then.
JERRY: Wait, that thing is a WIG?
RENEE: No, it's by... hang on. Wig? You're not talking about my dress?
JERRY: Hell no! Although come to think of it, the top DOES look a little prickly. But, no, I was talking about your hair. It's a nightmare!
RENEE: Well thank you, Jerry.
JERRY: It's like a giant crab climbed out of your bowl cut and has your head in its claws! WHAT is the DEAL with THAT?
RENEE: Ah, that old chestnut. You couldn't resist, huh?
JERRY: Renee... have you SEEN those NBeeC TV juniors spots I did? I can't resist ANYTHING any more.
