Pitt

I see something that could be a spaceship. Is it round? Is it pointy?

Elaine

(grabs poster, smashes it) No, you don't see it, and you're never going to see it! (grabs Pitt by the lapels, getting ink all over his jacket) Mr. Pitt, you have to meet with the shareholders, you have to leave now. Do you hear me? Do you hear me?!

Pitt

Hmm, what's happened to me? (straightens lapels) When's the meeting?

Elaine

In about twenty minutes.

Pitt

Oh! (puts finger to face, smearing ink on his upper lip which now resembles an 'Adolph Hitler'-style moustache) Do I have time to change?