"So Brad, do I have any shot at Angelina at all?""You'll have to get me out of the way first, sir."
"That can be arranged you know."
"Yeah? Can you also arrange to stop blowing your booze-breath in my face?"
"I like you Brad. I'm willing to do a swap. Give me ten minutes with Angie and you can have Hillary for a night."
"What the hell am I supposed to do with her?"
"Just do what I do. Make her lie on her stomach, get in there, do your business, tell her she's holding up pretty well, then watch 30 Rock on the DVR till you nod off."
"That sounds great. But you do realize that 5 minutes with Angie would pretty much kill your old french fry-eating ass."
"That's what I'm hoping son. Death by skank. Can you think of a better way to go?"
"Besides snapping my dick off in George Clooney's asshole and bleeding to death?"
"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that."
