Brangefugn…Zzzzzz…


BRAD: This artwork is so… right here.

ANGELINA: If I look for ten more seconds, is that polite enough?
 
BRAD: Boring.

ANGELINA: Must remember to blink.

BRAD: I hope I didn’t leave any dinner in my beard.

ANGELINA Thank God, I look sufficiently boring and skinny. No
one’s going to pay attention to me when Brad is growing goat hair on
his face.

BRAD: This thing itches. I wonder if it’s rude to scratch it.

ANGELINA: Shoot, did I leave my sex-swing on?

BRAD: And I have that Miley Cyrus song in my head. Resisting… urge… to sing…

ANGELINA: I hope I didn’t forget to take my knives out from under my pillow.

BRAD: Hurry up, Angie, walk away so that I can, too.

ANGELINA: Come on, Brad, move along. I’m waiting.

BRANGELINA: YAWN.

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