Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy2004

Brian:
Well, I'll give this little cookie an hour before we're doing the no-pants dance.

[Brian and Ron.]

Brian:
Time to musk up.

[He opens the door to reveal different types of colognes.]

Ron:
Wow. Never ceases to amaze me.

[He laughs.]

Ron:
What cologne are you gonna go with? London Gentleman or . . . wait. No, no, no. Hold on. Blackbeard's Delight?

Brian:
No. She gets a special cologne. It's called Sex Panther by Odeon. It's illegal in nine countries. Yep. It's made with bits of real panther, so you know it's good.

Ron:
It's quite pungent.

Brian:
Oh yeah.

Ron:
It's a formidable scent.

[He cringes while Brian daubs the cologne on his neck.]

Ron:
It stings the nostrils.

[He laughs.]

Ron:
In a good way.

Brian:
Yeah.

Ron:
Brian, I'm gonna be honest with you. That smells like pure gasoline.

Brian:
They've done studies, you know? 60% of the time, it works every time.

Ron:
That doesn't make any sense.

Brian:
Well, let's go see if we can make this little kitty purr.

[Brian growls, leaves the office, and approaches Veronica.]

Brian:
Hey, sweet cheeks. Got an invite I'd like to extend your way.

Veronica:
My God. What is that smell? Oh!

Brian:
That's the smell of desire, my lady.

Veronica:
God no, it smells like - like a used diaper filled with Indian food. Oh! Excuse me.

Brian:
You know, desire smells like that to some people.

[Other people start reacting to the cologne.]

News station employee:
What is that? It smells like a turd covered in burnt hair!

[Another woman passes by Brian and reacts in disgust.]

Woman:
It smells like Bigfoot's dick!

[Almost all of the employees flee the office to avoid the smell, and a woman starts screaming. Brian looks at his watch.]

Brian:
Oh.

[The smell is so strong that it sets off the fire alarm. Brian tries acting casual and walks away.]

Brian:
Oh, what's that smell, huh?

[The scene cuts to Brian being jet-hosed in the parking lot.]

Hoser:
This is worse than the time the raccoon got in the copier!