BRAD: YOOOOO, Brangie!

ANGELINA: Technically I’m just Angie.

BRAD: Whatever, baby girl, we are as one. But if you want to go there, then fine — call me B.Pittz.

ANGELINA: And why would I do that?

BRAD: Because I am HAPPENING tonight. This funkball is the JAM.

ANGELINA: I don’t understand those words in that order.

BRAD: B.Pittz is in the HIZ, baby, and my lingo is the SHIZ, Miz!

ANGELINA: And I don’t understand those words at all.

BRAD:  …Yeah, I learned them from the kids. That Shiloh has a mouth.

ANGELINA: Let’s stop wasting time on that and talk about me. I’m wearing a color, Brad.

BRAD: You’re what?

ANGELINA: I’m WEARING a COLOR.

BRAD: You’re wearing a collar? Like a dog?

ANGELINA: A COLOR. I AM WEARING A COLOR.

BRAD: Now I don’t understand those words in that order.

ANGELINA: I know. I think the earth fell off its axis.