I See London I See France

Julia: I'm so miserable.

Matt: I'm just looking at my wife over there.

Julia: All these undergarments--count them, Matt! I'm wearing like TWELVE OF THEM.

Matt: I can't...I don't think I should do that.

Julia: And you can STILL see my underwear.

Matt: And...other stuff. Maybe. I'm not looking.

Julia: What are you talking about?

Matt: I mean, maybe it's just a really big freckle. On your boob. Not that I looked. At your boob. Let's just get this over with, Okay?

Julia: YOU CAN NOT SEE MY NIPPLE.

Matt: Maybe. I'm not looking. But the whole thing, it pretty sheer. I'm just saying. It might be happening. I don't want to stare at your boob to make sure.

Julia: I can not BELIEVE this is happening.

Matt: It is pretty awkward. I hear nude, lined undergarments can help.

Julia: Where did you hear that?

Matt: I read things, okay? Sometimes I like to read InStyle while they're doing my make-up. If Ben's in there, I can make fun of him for weeks.

Julia: And now you're making fun of ME? THAT'S JUST GREAT.

Matt: I'm not making fun of you! I'm trying to help.

Julia: That's it. I'm retiring. Effective immediately.

Matt: Come on, now. This can't be nearly as embarrassing as Down to You was.

Julia: You have a point.