JUSTIN: Hey there, Drew.DREW: Justin! Hi! You're a Mac, and I'm a P.C.!JUSTIN: No, we're not dating anymore, let's not play that game. It's not going to end with the same kind of fun.DREW: I think when the cosmos aligns, fun changes its stripes to a leopard.JUSTIN: ... Okay. Also, can we talk? I feel like I tried to be really dapper here...DREW: You look like you came from my Mad Men catalog, which is where dreams give birth.JUSTIN: ... uh-huh... anyway, I went the distance, is what I'm saying. But you look like a static-cling commercial who went the distance while sitting in the engine of the plane:
DREW: Really?JUSTIN: Really. DREW: REALLY?JUSTIN: Really.DREW: Oh, JUSTIN!
JUSTIN: Wait, you're... happy about that!DREW: Of course I am, because this movie is about distance, and going across it, because love is the flame that the Heavens shoots on us and says, "Find your own bucket, Starfire."JUSTIN: And?DREW: And so my hair represents a kind of passion that's crispy like burnt toast, because at the end of the day, all that matters is whether your headstone can say, "She was a cannibal for love."JUSTIN: You want your tombstone to imply that you ate people?DREW: In the sense that I'm a really good, mellow, thinking person, yes. I was love's dinner and it was my dessert.JUSTIN: I don't think I understand any of these words in that order. AND I'm not sure about your makeup.DREW: Listen, squirt, if it wasn't for me you'd be hawking iMacs to college students with your hands in your pockets and torn sneakers. So get out of your dreams and into my car, you dig?JUSTIN: ... Wait, that actually made me kind of hot for you. Is that Mac/PC game still on the table?DREW: It is on a placemat woven of cheese and cosmic soul fibers that--JUSTIN: Okay, let's do this thing before I change my mind.