JT: "Good grief. I am standing next to Ben Affleck. THE Ben Affleck. I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd be standing next to the star of Bounce!"
BA: "Awwwwwwww SNAP, a Bounce reference! Which I assume you've only seen because that's what your CURLS used to do, Flat-Iron!"
JT: "ZING. All the humor I've come to expect from a man who made the greatest comedy of our time: Daredevil."
BA: 'Your memory of my IMDb page is nothing short of Stealth, nudge-nudge, wink-wink.'
JT: No. ABORT. Bringing my wife's terrible movies into this is BEYOND THE PALE, BATFLECK.
BA: "Can I smooth it over by reminding you about the highlights of Pearl Harbor? By which I mean, the highlights IN MY HAIR in Pearl Harbor?"
JT: "Tee hee, yes, but also, I was never really mad. I could never be mad at my new hair twin!"
BA: "Can we be mad at Nashville over here for trying to out-tall our hair? Like he's the slightly older one in our set of Irish Hair Triplets?"
JT: "I will write a song about him SO SCATHING that he'll be putting Neosporin on his heart for years."
BA: "Is this what would happen if you grew yours out, Justin?"
JT: "Easy there, Forces Of Nature. You've got a long page and I've got a lot of time because I'm trying to avoid being photographed with my wife."
BA: "I AM your idol!"
JT: "You are."
CT: "I AM?!?!?"
JT: "Pipe down, Beta-Carotene."
BA: And I am definitely leaving Gemma out of this. She knows James Bond. She could have us both killed.