
KEITH: Admit it, you can't stay mad at me. And I do like the orange shoes.
NICOLE: Well, you DID let me borrow your flat-iron for my bangs... Okay, all is forgiven.

NICOLE: Although, come to think of it, they ARE a bit spiky.

NICOLE: AND they're totally in my face. Why didn't you tell me that, too?
KEITH: Well, you stopped using Botox, so I assumed it was... strategic banging.
NICOLE: No, strategic banging would be if I seduced Jon Hamm.

NIC: At least I looked totally foxy at the Independent Spirit Awards. Why is it that on the big stage, when it's for me, I can't pull it together, but on the smaller stages or when I'm there in support of you, I look awesome?
KEITH: Because you try to hard to make Statements when you're repping yourself.
NIC: Thanks for the armchair psychology, Dr. Phil.
KEITH: I can't believe you just compared me to a bald man with a robust mustache. You KNOW how hard I've worked to have edgy golden locks and Stud Scruff! TAKE IT BACK.
NIC: Fine, fine. I'm probably just tired. Let's just declare this one a tie --one point each for Formal Nicole and Semi-Formal Nicole -- and go home and pass out in front of the baby monitor.
KEITH: Deal.
