ANTON YELCHIN: HELLO, ladies! You are looking FINE.
BRYCE DALLAS HOWARD: Hey, Anton. Really? Are you sure? I'm not.
MOON BLOODGOOD: I am pretty sure I look hot, actually. But I can see where you're coming from, Bryce. I'm not convinced you look fine.
BRYCE: Right? I mean, what is this dress? Is it made from a bunch of expensive napkins? Does it raise like a window shade if you pull a string somewhere?
MOON: Not to mention how it cuts you across the boobs -- did you have to tape it down?
BRYCE: YES. And then I had to rub on all this lipstick so that I didn't appear to be dying, because it's practically the same color as my skin.
ANTON: I'm bored of this. Did you know I'm in Star Trek?
MOON: Yeah, I've totally got you beat on the color -- mine is gorgeous, no? But if it makes you feel any better, Bryce, I'm not completely sure about the drape on the front of my dress.
BRYCE: Well, I didn't want to be rude, but... yeah. It's not ideal. But I still wish we could trade.
ANTON: Do you want a huge summer movie star to help you swap clothes? Because I can do that! Between Star Trek and Terminator, it is the summer of ME!
BRYCE: No thanks, Anton.
MOON: Seriously. I'm not putting that thing on, are you kidding?
BRYCE: Will you at least take my purse? I made it when I was 12 to carry my marbles and someone told me I could repurpose it as a handbag and that was totally a LIE.
ANTON: Listen, okay, so you hate your clothes. But let's talk about me. What about a dating rumor? Huh? Does anyone want to be linked romantically with the Man of Summer?
BRYCE: I'm married.
MOON: And I'm busy.
ANTON: BORING! I knew I should've asked Zoe Saldana instead.
