
BRAD: Cheer up, Angie. At least I look dapper.
ANGELINA: That would be true if your hair didn't look like you'd just taken off your football helmet.

BRAD: Whaaaaaat? You said you liked the hair! You always want to play Big Lebowski after the kids have gone to bed, where I'm the dude and you're the White Russian and I...
ANGELINA: Ahem, that's quite enough of THAT, thank you.
BRAD: What? That's not as embarrassing as if you were the rug.
ANGELINA: The point is, sometimes I just wish it didn't look quite so... sweaty.
BRAD: That's why I'm playing up the cane, baby! No one will notice the hair! They'll be too focused on my hilarious anecdote about tripping over our children.
ANGELINA: You TOLD them that?

BRAD: Look, we have a lot of them, okay? It happens. Everyone was fine. Nobody is investigating me. Are you just cranky because you stopped eating again as some sort of protest? Remember when you did that? That was a bad idea.
ANGELINA: Yeah, you're right, I just need to breathe and relax. Thank God I wore a loose-fitting dress.

BRAD: It IS loose. Say, I have an idea. Maybe we can find some baked brie inside and perk you up a bit. Let's go cheese-hunting and let the people decide what they think of your dress.
ANGELINA: Good, good. They'll have a lot to talk about -- whether it's too waistless, whether I look washed-out... at least I'm smiling.
BRAD: True. Hey, do you think that should be my next movie -- about a cheese-hunting veteran with a cane that has a roll of crackers hidden in the handle? Sounds good, right?
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ANGELINA: Oh, Brad. I forgot how adorable you can be, even though you look like Shaggy from Scooby Doo mixed with a tap dancer.
