
"Waiting... waiting... waiting... giving Annette her moment... can I go yet? No, one more second... one more... aw, hell, this sucks."

WARREN: Heyyyyyyyyyyy! I'm here! Supporting you! Come on, let's laugh it up! Let's hug it out! It's what the people want to see! Am I right?

ANNETTE: Ah, yes. Warren. I didn't think my solo shots would last long.
WARREN: It's about you! It's about me loving you!
ANNETTE: Mmm-hmm.

WARREN: Let me just... nudge up here a little... the light is better on my face in the foreground.
ANNETTE: Oh, I bet it is.

ANNETTE: Come on, I've had enough, let's go inside.
WARREN: Oh, good, as long as we're walking on my good side. I look so manly and in CHARGE from this angle.
ANNETTE: Okay. You know what? Here's what we're going to do.

WARREN: ... REALLY?
ANNETTE: Yes, really. You're there, I'm here, equal position.
WARREN: I hate this. We look like junior-high kids slow-dancing.
ANNETTE: I love this. People can crop you out if they want.
WARREN: Boo. I was totally going to win this round, too.
ANNETTE: Not tonight, honey. Not tonight.
