KEITH URBAN: Psst. Nicole?
NICOLE KIDMAN: Yes?
KEITH: Things had been going so well.
NICOLE: I don't understand. Isn't this color so lovely? Isn't this dress pretty?
KEITH: Yes, but...
NICOLE: And isn't my hair redder than it's been in years?
KEITH: Totally, which is...
NICOLE: Then what? What more do you people want from me?
KEITH: How about circulation in your boobs?
NICOLE: I don't know what you mean.
KEITH: That might be because you can no longer feel them.
NICOLE: But isn't cleavage sexy?
KEITH: Not when it looks a mangled stress toy.
NICOLE: WELL. I wasn't going to say anything about how you're wearing a shirt that's unbuttoned to your sternum -- AGAIN -- but since you're being all huffy...
KEITH: Nice try. But people expect to see my waxed chest. They DEMAND IT.
NICOLE: Riiiight.
KEITH: But they DON'T expect YOUR chest to look like it melted while you were sleeping.
NICOLE: Can we just go inside and get this over with? Now that you mention it, I DO feel like my boobs are about to burst.
KEITH: The open bar will fix that.
NICOLE: Bless.
