MALIN AKERMAN: Hi, Carla! Can you believe this thing is finally coming out?
CARLA GUGINO: By "thing," do you mean this movie, or that dress? Because I DEFINITELY cannot believe the dress.
MALIN: What's wrong with it?
CARLA: You have to ask?
MALIN: I will be interested to hear, coming from someone who looks both kind of stumpy AND washed-out.
CARLA: Eh, but I've been around forever and I'm still totally hot. Plus, I've never shown up anywhere looking like an ice-dancing prostitute. Seriously, for a second, I thought those were giant furry boots, and that you were about to explain to me how a triple salchow can involve handcuffs.
MALIN: It's a ruffled skirt, I'll have you know.
CARLA: But kid, you're, like, 50 percent naked and covered in glitter like a child's art project:
MALIN: Is it REALLY that bad?
CARLA: It's... surprising. Mostly from the front. You're just so adorable, it's a shame that no one is paying attention to your face because they're all stressed out about how you got your boobs to stay put.
MALIN: Shoot. Am I ever going to live this down?
CARLA: Don't fret, kiddo, just move onto the next one. You'll be fine. Listen, I was in a Pauly Shore movie where he wore freaking Daisy Dukes, and I'm still standing, okay?
MALIN: I secretly kind of liked that movie.
CARLA: Me too. Shh, don't tell.
