JANUARY JONES: Phew. I made it.
JESSICA ALBA: Me too.
JANUARY: I ran all the way from the valet. Can you tell? I feel bedraggled.
JESSICA: Your hair is a little....yeah. I can tell.
JANUARY: Well, so's yours!
JESSICA: What on earth are you talking about?
JANUARY: The bangs...and the....rest of it. You sort of look like my first grade teacher, circa 1981. She made her own flax seeds.
JESSICA: IT'S FOR A PART.
JANUARY: Does that explain your dumb-ass pants?
JESSICA: You look like you got attacked by a beaver with a sleeve fetish!
JANUARY: I AM ON A VERY CRITICALLY ACCLAIMED TELEVISION SHOW.
JESSICA: I....okay. You win.
JANUARY: I hate it when we fight.
JESSICA: Let's go find the bar.
