PETER SARSGAARD: Maggie. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie.
MAGGIE GYLLENHAAL: Yes, Dad? I mean, Peter?
PETER: I don’t look THAT old with this thing.
MAGGIE: Certainly not. But, just let me know if you want me to proofread your Gettysburg Address.
PETER: Oh, how interesting — I didn’t think cavepeople could read anything that wasn’t scrawled on the wall in picture form. Congratulations.
MAGGIE: Touche, Tom Hanks. Give Wilson the volleyball my best.
PETER: I will! I would tell you to give my regards to Old Mrs. Henderson’s beloved cats, but I suspect they have shuffled off this mortal coil. In related news, your hairy life preserver smells like Whiskas.
MAGGIE: God, all this passive-aggression is getting me hot.
PETER: Let’s clasp hands and think about passion.
MAGGIE: And shaving.