Forgetting Sarah Marshall2008

Rachel Jansen:
Where's your wife, sir?

Darald Braden:
She is in bed.

Peter Brenner:
How are things going with the lady?

Darald Braden:
Not awesome. She's complicated- like The Da Vinci Code, you know, but- harder to... crack. (Peter and Rachel grin at each other bemusedly) But life is full of lessons, you learn something new every day, so... (pause) wonder what I'm going to learn... tomorrow? (pause) Well! (stands up to go) Good night!

Rachel Jansen:
Good night, sir.

Peter Bretter:
Night, sir.

Darald Braden:
(as he is leaving) Off to find the mythical clitoris! (Rachel raises her eyebrows at this remark)

Rachel Jansen:
So! (Peter snickers into his drink) Peter, were you able to get that crying lady out of your room? 'Cause, I could send someone up, if you want.

Peter Bretter:
Oh, you could?

Rachel Jansen:
Yeah.

Peter Bretter:
That's very funny. It is.

Rachel Jansen:
Well, listen- the Sarah Marshall Show sucks. Who cares?

Peter Bretter:
I do the music for that program. (awkward pause)

Rachel Jansen:
...Well, did I mention that the music rocks?

Peter Bretter:
(chuckles) That's very sweet of you- that's very sweet of you to say. (Rachel chuckles) You don't have to say that, though- it's not music. There's no melody, it's just tones. Just dark, ominous tones. (mimicks a line from the show) "The Masturbating Dog-Killer is on the loose again! He'll kill the owner, but at least the dogs are happy!" (imitates one of his 'tones' and he and Rachel both laugh)