Fug or Fab: Eva Mendes

NICOLAS CAGE: Hello, special lady.

EVA MENDES: Hi, Nic. Is there something on your face?

NICOLAS: It’s my new, wholly mature facial scruff. Is there something on your crotch?

EVA: Just my dress.

NICOLAS: Are you sure it’s not a special awards rosette? Did your crotch win a prize?

EVA: Yes. It was named a national treasure.

NICOLAS: Was it?

EVA: No, idiot.

NICOLAS: Are you sure? Because I was just saying the other day that my National Treasure franchise needs a third part. National Treasure: Crotch of Lies? National Treasure: Woman-Cave of Mystery? National Treasure: Enigmatic Lady-Labyrinth?

EVA: You are talking nonsense that is even weirder than your hair is whenever you’re in a movie.

NICOLAS: WELL. If you’re going to get personal, I’ll point out that I’m pretty sure the cut of that dress went out of style two years ago.

EVA: Petulance doesn’t suit you.

NICOLAS: I KNOW YOU ARE, BUT WHAT AM I?

EVA: Right.