SEAL: Heidi.

HEIDI KLUM: Seal?

SEAL: Is that a paper bag tied around your waist for a belt?

HEIDI: Maybe. Maybe it’s a kiss from a rose on a thorn.

SEAL: That makes literally no sense at all. Also, that’s not the line.

HEIDI: Oh right. I was thinking of “Every Rose Has Its Thorn.” A kiss from a rose on a gravy boat?

SEAL: No. It’s a KISS FROM A ROSE ON A GRAY.

HEIDI: What? It’s “kiss from a rose on a grave.” What the hell is a “rose on a gray?”

SEAL: I promise you it’s “gray.” I JUST sang it on The Bachelor. Where have you been?

HEIDI: Distracting you from talking smack about my cracked out dress by luring you into a circular argument about one of your own songs, a discussion that I know you’ve had thousands of times and which I know makes you so irritated that you are rendered incapable of thinking of anything else.

SEAL: Oh. Well. Nicely argued, hon.

HEIDI: Thanks!