
The two-dresses-in-one here kind of look like a girl who, after Church, let one of the altar boys take her out back and ravage her like a bear waking up from hibernation -- torn-looking skirt, a similar effect up top creating the illusion that someone has peeled back the fabric to reveal the see-through lining... It's sort of an angel-devil motif, where even the angel is nasty enough to call people Miss Jackson.

CAMERON: Oh, hi, Justin. So nice to see you here. Where is J.Lo?
JUSTIN: Who?
CAMERON: You know, that creature you were dating with the prominent derri--
JUSTIN: Nice, Cam. Real classy.
CAMERON: WHAT? I don't care. I'm dating A-Rod now, Justin. A-ROD. HE IS A YANKEE.
JUSTIN: That's great. I'm single.
CAMERON: You ARE?

CAMERON: WAY TO GO, Commitmentphobe McSameOld!
JUSTIN: Oh, so THAT'S how it's going to be!

CAMERON: Oh, silly billy, I'm just TEASING. I can do that! Because we're FRIENDS! See, I can lean into you really close like this and we're okay with it because we're FRIENDS! It's what FRIENDS do!
JUSTIN: HELL YEAH. Keep leaning, babe.

CAMERON: Oh, you mean like this? Right here? NIIIIICE and close?
JUSTIN: AWW YEAH BABY. You are bringing sexy back. And I am accepting that gift.
CAMERON: You think?
JUSTIN: Oh yeah. I am feeling luckier by the minute, if you know what I mean.
CAMERON: You mean you want to take me home and ravage my hard-ass body?
JUSTIN: HELL YES LADY.
CAMERON: Great, thanks.
JUSTIN: ... What?

CAMERON: That's all I needed to hear. Sayonara, sucker! I'VE STILL GOT IT.

JUSTIN: Whaaaat? Come on, we were having fun! Cameron? ... Cam? ... Dammit. Somebody get me Olivia Wilde up in here, STAT.
