Transkript (en)

That we get when the lights begin to dim, dazzling images on the silver screen, sound that I can feel. No, Mariska, come on. What? Yes. That's mine. That's my bit. You can't do that. What? No, no, Nicole, I'm not. No. Somehow heartbreak feels good. No, no. In a place like this. No, no, no, come on. Come on, that's my line. That is actually my line. Zip it, movie lady.