Bow-mance: Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick step out for a Broadway show and a bit of conversation. Let's listen in...
MB: Ow! Would you stop poking me with the sharpened shoulder pad of your precariously balanced jacket? That thing is pointier than my sideburns.
SJP: Oh, like I'm not experiencing pain of my own over here? I'm the one eye-level with those sideburns. And don't get me started on the bow tie. Is that a weird "Simpsons" homage to Waylon Smithers? Does Mr. Burns know about this?
MB: Hey, you're the one who said to wear something matchy.
SJP: Enlighten me, honey, because I don't see the matching part.
MB: Well, dearest, before my corneas were scorched by the radioactive Pepto-Bismol coating on your shoes, I distinctly saw bows. Thus, matchy. But back to you: What's up with this oddly tight yet billowy satin shirt? I'm pretty sure you should have two breasts, not one.
SJP: This is my empathy blouse. I may not be carrying our twin girls, but I can still get into the spirit with fabulous maternity-wear.
MB: I'm almost positive that's not how it works.
SJP: Really? Because I'm almost positive your shoes clash with everything except the mountain of dirty diapers we'll soon be elbow-deep in.