Reese: God, I'm so hot right now.

Renee: Cough cough.

Reese: Got something to say Renee?

Renee: I was just clearing my throat.

Reese: Yeah? Well you might want to just clear it somewhere else. Not in my airspace.

Renee: Excuse me?

Reese: Look, you're over. Done. A has-been. Your path has ended. You were once a shining light in the acting community but now you're just ... not. Okay? No matter how much you work out and how many men you pay to go out with you for publicity, you're not going to blaze your way back to an Oscar. Whereas I don't even need a man. I just got rid of a hot one cause I can make it on my own. I have Oscar written all over me.

Renee: Are you saying I'm paying Bradley Cooper to be seen with me? I've met his parents!

Reese: (cough) With cash.

Renee: You know Reese, maybe if you weren't so nasty to everyone and such a little bullfighter your husband wouldn't have left you in the first place.

Reese: Ryan? He's a slut. He's the new Stephen Dorff. Going nowhere. I'm glad he left me.

Renee: Well ... well ... your dress is purple!

Reese: That's all you've got? You're wearing a burgundy ... thing! Plus you walk around doing skinny arm all the time and you think you can tell me what to wear?

Renee: God you're mean.

Reese: That's why I'm me, and you're you. I'm glad we're all clear now.