THANDIE NEWTON: As long as I'm standing still, this should be totally fine.
GUY RITCHIE: I'm not looking. I'm not looking. See? Hand on wife's hip. All good.
MADONNA: How dare that woman expose more flesh than ME. I am MADONNA. Did she not get the memo that I have decided to look like a candidate's depressed wife? Do I have to feed her skinny ass a knuckle sandwich?
GERARD: I can't believe Guy isn't even looking. I would be looking.
THANDIE: Whoever stole my boob tape is in big trouble later. It's bad enough that I have to clutch the front of my dress between my legs.
GUY: Oh, God, I'm like ten seconds away from seeing nipple AND crotch. NOT LOOKING. NOT TOUCHING.
MADONNA: I wonder if Thandie knows I've got pipes like a 25-year old bodybuilder. They will be so helpful when I strangle her with that useless little modesty strip and then hang her from a flagpole.
GERARD: I can't believe Guy isn't even TOUCHING. I would be touching.
