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.
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