Miami Oh-So-Nice

The Conversation

J: The distance between us is killing me.

C: Don't look at me.

J: But...you're beautiful, Colin.

C: My hair. It's too long in the back.

J: It smells delicious.

C: Garnier-Nutrisse.

J: Why are you wearing those sunglasses? I can't see your sparkling eyes.

C: I couldn't sleep last night. I could carry groceries with the bags under these eyes.

J: Oh baby, you make me feel good no matter how ugly you are.

C: I can't bear it when you compliment me like that.

J: Why didn't you sleep, my little Blarney of love?

C: You wouldn't understand...

J: Try me.

C: I was worried...worried that you didn't care anymore. That after this movie wrapped, you wouldn't call. Now with your Oscar, hit album and everything else, I'm not special anymore.

J: There, there. Pretend I'm wiping away those tears.

C: Okay, pretend I'm letting you.

J: And let's pretend I didn't see your disturbing sex tape.

C: You know I had a movie coming out. I was thinking about you the entire time.

J: No doubt. Let's forget about everything. We're in a land where there's only you and me...and these sunglasses.

C: I'm with you, Wanda. I...love you.

J: And I you.