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[who will get the last brownie?
] Anna Scott
: Wait, what about me? Max
: Sorry, you think *you* deserve the brownie? Anna Scott
: Well a shot at it at least huh? William
: Well, you'll have to fight me for it, this is a very good brownie. Anna Scott
: I've been on a diet every day since I was nineteen, which basically means I've been hungry for a decade. I've had a series of not nice boyfriends, one of whom hit me. Ah, and every time I get my heart broken, the newspapers splash it about as though it's entertainment. And it's taken two rather painful operations to get me looking like this. Honey
: Really? Anna Scott
: Really. And, one day not long from now, my looks will go, they will discover I can't act and I will become some sad middle-aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for a while. Max
: [long pause
] Nah, nice try gorgeous, but you don't fool anyone. William
: Pathetic effort to hog the brownie.
: No thanks, I'm a fruitarian. Max
: I didn't realize that. William
: And, ahm: what exactly is a fruitarian? Keziah
: We believe that fruits and vegetables have feeling so we think cooking is cruel. We only eat things that have actually fallen off a tree or bush - that are, in fact, dead already. William
: Right. Right. Interesting stuff. So, these carrots... Keziah
: Have been murdered, yes. William
: Murdered? Poor carrots. How beastly!
: You haven't slept with her, have you? William
: That is a cheap question and the answer is, of course, no comment. Max
: "No comment" means "yes." William
: No it doesn't. Max
: Do you ever masturbate? William
: DEFINITELY no comment. Max
: You see? It means "yes."
: Let's face facts, this was always a no-win situation. Anna's a goddess, you know what happens to mortals who get involved with gods. William
: Buggered, is it? Max
: Every time.
: Which way are you going? Max
: Down Kensington Church Street, then Knightsbridge, then Hyde Park Corner. Bella
: No, crazy, crazy. Go along Bayswater. Honey
: That's right. Then Park Lane. Bernie
: No, straight down to the Cromwell Road, then left. Max
: [they continue arguing about the best routes to the Ritz, Max finally has enough and screeches to a halt
] Stop right there! I will decide the route. All right? William
: Sorry Max. Honey
: Sorry Max. Max
: James Bond never has to put up with this sort of shit.
: Max, this is Anna. Max
: [Smiles politely and shakes hands with Anna
] Hello Anna
[Suddenly comes to a realisation as to whom Anna is