BRUCE WILLIS: Holy shit, Demi.
DEMI MOORE: Yes, I AM lucky this hair suits me.
BW: No, Demi. Look. Look, Demi.
DM: I am. Into middle distance.
BW: Screw middle distance. Check your left periphery. You’ve gotta see this.
DM: G.I. Jane doesn’t gotta do anything. G.I. Jane is in command of her own OH MY GOD, HOLY SHIT, Bruce.
BW: RIGHT?
DM: Didn’t she JUST spend all that time in this movie wearing a diaper anchored by strategically placed Ace bandages?
BW: For the art.
DM: And yet she wanted a couture version?
BW: It’s like if a loincloth made love to a butler’s pull.
DM: No, it’s like we are WATCHING the loincloth make love to the butler’s pull.
BW: You picked a hell of a night to wear double long layers of fabric.
DM: Should I give her my gigantic rose coat?
BW: Depends. Do butler’s pulls get cold after sex?
DM: No, no, it doesn’t go with her loincloth.
BW: Aren’t you glad you looked?
DM: Bruce. My treasure. You were right to tell me.
BW: She and Luc aren’t gonna be married for long, are they?
DM: No, Bruce. They won’t.
BW: But we will.
DM: Sure! Yes. Sure.
