Glenn: Hi Helen.
Helen: Hello young chap.
Glenn: Can I just say I adore your dress.
Helen: Why thank you, sonny jim.
Glenn: Seriously. That dress!
Helen: This ol' thing? I just popped it on. It was this or trackies and slippers to be honest. I always have that last-second thought "I should just go casual!"
Glenn: I don't believe that for a second, but it's okay because you look positively edible. Like some peach-flavoured glamazon! Man, I love peach-flavoured things. I also love you.
Helen: Oh, pish-posh. Just because I'm wearing a divine dress, my hair is impeccable and my make-up is flattering, doesn't mean I'm better than people, even though I did just win an Academy Award, and a Golden Globe, and a BAFTA, and a SAG award and, well, I won every single award possible. I'm just like everyone else. I'm a simple English lass.
Glenn: I want to ravage your dress.
Glenn: Even that potentially outfit-derailing broche thing. I want it all.
Helen: This conversation is over.
Glenn: YOU DIDN'T DESERVE THE OSCAR.