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.