NICOLAS CAGE: Hello, special lady.
EVA MENDES: Hi, Nic. Is there something on your face?
NICOLAS: It's my new, wholly mature facial scruff. Is there something on your crotch?
EVA: Just my dress.
NICOLAS: Are you sure it's not a special awards rosette? Did your crotch win a prize?
EVA: Yes. It was named a national treasure.
NICOLAS: Was it?
EVA: No, idiot.
NICOLAS: Are you sure? Because I was just saying the other day that my National Treasure franchise needs a third part. National Treasure: Crotch of Lies? National Treasure: Woman-Cave of Mystery? National Treasure: Enigmatic Lady-Labyrinth?
EVA: You are talking nonsense that is even weirder than your hair is whenever you're in a movie.
NICOLAS: WELL. If you're going to get personal, I'll point out that I'm pretty sure the cut of that dress went out of style two years ago.
EVA: Petulance doesn't suit you.
NICOLAS: I KNOW YOU ARE, BUT WHAT AM I?
EVA: Right.
