INTERN GEORGE: Hello, Giorgio. Julia, you look lovely.
JULIA: So do you, George. Happy birthday!
GIORGIO ARMANI: BIRTHDAY! HOW DELICIOUS! LIKE CHOCOLATE FROSTING ON SKIN!
GEORGE: Funny you should mention that, because... I mean, are you WEARING chocolate frosting? You look awfully tan. Like, abnormally tan even for you.
JULIA: Actually you both look sort of unusually brown tonight.
GIORGIO: I AM A CHOCOLATE-FROSTED CAKE OF A MAN! PUT A CANDLE IN MY EAR AND BLOW ME OUT! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
GEORGE: Yeah, Sarah bought me some bronzer for my birthday. I'm not sure why.
GIORGIO: Because you are PALE! LOOK AT YOU! YOU ARE WASTING AWAY BEFORE MY EYES! SOMEBODY PLEASE BURNISH THE GEORGIE!
GEORGE: Is he talking to himself now, or me?
JULIA: Sometimes I can't tell.
GIORGIO: GOOD BOY!
JULIA: Go on, George. Go with the man.
GEORGE: Pipe down, Roberts. Maybe he's talking to YOU.
GIORGIO: QUICK, SOMEBODY, SQUEEZE SOME SUMMER ONTO HIS FACE! PUREE A YACHT AND SPREAD IT LIKE PASTE!
GEORGE: Oh my GOD, if I put on any more bronzer, people will start calling me Leatherhead for REAL this time.
JULIA: Let's just back away and go get some champagne. We have much to celebrate. You're looking great, everyone's forgotten about your last movie already, and you have an exciting internship that affords you new and wonderful mail-answering, foot-rubbing, and mixology opportunities every day.
GEORGE: Perfect. On three, let's escape. 1....2...
GIORGIO: WHEEEEE!
GEORGE: Close enough. RUN!
