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WILL: Yo!ANGIE: Yes!BRAD: Dude!WILL: Dude!ANGIE: Indeed!BRAD: Yo!WILL: What are you WEARING, Angie? Velvet pants and a brothel's modesty curtain?BRAD: Is THAT what we were yo'ing and dudeing?WILL: Well, YEAH.BRAD: Yo, dude, I wouldn't have yo'd or duded that, dude. WILL: Well, what did you think I was doing?BRAD: I thought maybe you believed I'd just parachuted down from an aviation adventure, or blown in on a hot air balloon powered by a flying motorcycle, or something.WILL: Well, obviously, I completely understand why you thought I would jump to that conclusion.ANGELINA: Am I pregnant again?BRAD: No idea.ANGELINA: I WASN'T ASKING YOU.WILL: Why would I know?ANGELINA: I thought maybe you subscribed to In Touch.WILL: Can we... can we just start this over?BRAD: Dude!ANGIE: Yes!WILL: Yo!... No, doesn't feel right. I'm going inside.BRAD: Well, I'm going to grab my cape and go for a ride on the moors with a lantern, and maybe find a headless dude.ANGIE: Neat! I'm going to go inside and see if anybody has a copy of OK, so I can find out whether you and Jennifer are secretly having dinner when you're CLAIMING you're off riding on the moors with decapitated wanderers.WILL: Backing away.