LEO: So. We ready?
LEO: Neutrals locked and loaded?
MARGOT: I guess.
MARGOT: Are we all wearing quite ENOUGH different neutrals?
LEO: I count eight.
BRAD: Eight is enough.
MARGOT: My shoes might be nine.
BRAD: We should go for ten.
LEO: I’m too tired to count.
BRAD: WAIT MY HAT MIGHT BE TEN.
LEO: I hope this is our last stop. I’m tired.
MARGOT: And we’ve used up our neutrals.
BRAD: No, there is so much subtlety in neutrals. We can exist in a palette of neutrals and never get bored.
MARGOT: Beg to differ.
LEO: Neutrals are a renewable resource.
MARGOT: Your beard hair might count as eleven.
BRAD: YES. We are the milquetoast maestros.
LEO: Give that one to Quentin. It’ll make a super sequel to The Hateful Eight.