Holidate (2020)
Luke Bracey: Jackson
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Quotes
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Jackson : [awaking from a night of drinking] So I guess we might have...
Sloane : [also awaking from a night of drinking] No, we didn't.
[Sloane stands up]
Jackson : You're wearing my underwear.
Sloane : [looks down and gasps] Well, that doesn't... mean anything. I... probably got cold in the night... after my... panties fell... off.
[espies panties, grabs them, and ducks behind a tall-backed chair to change]
Jackson : Ah, come on. You must be able to tell somehow.
Sloane : Tell how?
Jackson : I don't know. I don't have a vagina.
Sloane : Well, there's no forensic evidence, nothing's dried on my leg. There's no... wrapper on the floor, if that's what you're wondering.
[throws his underwear at him]
Jackson : Okay.
Sloane : Can't YOU tell?
Jackson : [takes a look at himself under the blanket] I mean, he looks a little tired, but... I don't think he's really satisfied.
Sloane : I'm telling you we didn't do it. One of us would for sure be able to tell.
Jackson : Sweet. Let's go with that.
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Jackson : You had me at Lester.
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Jackson : Human beings aren't meant to be alone on the holidays. W-we actually need, you know, warmth, companionship, and someone to drunk-mock strangers with at parties.
Sloane : I do enjoy drunk-mocking strangers at parties
Jackson : Well, then, this is perfect. We can be each other's holidate for New Year's Eve.
Sloane : [chuckles] I don't even know you.
Jackson : Yeah, well, that's what makes it perfect. 'Cause there's no pressure. There's no expectations. I mean... I don't even think I find you that attractive.
Sloane : Wow! Calm down with the flattery.
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Elaine : She doesn't need another friend. She needs a husband, a partner, someone who is legally bound to be there during the chemo.
Sloane : What chemo?
Elaine : Oh, honey, don't kid yourself. You have bad genes - and bald women don't really get a lot of dates.
Jackson : You have nothing to worry about, okay? Sloane is a great girl - even bald.
Elaine : Then why aren't you sleeping with her?
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Jackson : Hey, if it's any consolation, I spent my holiday in an ugly Christmas sweater sipping mocktails with a room full of people who I think were in a cult.
Sloane : I'll see your ugly Christmas sweater and raise you a seat at the kids table, my little brother getting engaged, and catching my aunt getting her cookie licked by a mall Santa.
Jackson : That's a... festive visual.
Sloane : Seared into my brain like a bad tattoo.
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Jackson : [referring to pretzels] I don't eat that crap. Do you know what that does to your body?
Sloane : Yeah. It fills me with warm, delicious happiness. Like Christmas used to, before I realized Santa was a big scam.
Jackson : Yeah. Christmas peaked for me at about ten. I got a surfboard and my first complete set of golf clubs.
Sloane : Hmm.
Jackson : It was good.
Sloane : My best Christmas... was a Barbie Dream House, preassembled, and a ventriloquist puppet named Lester. He looked like Jaleel White.
Jackson : Hmm?
Sloane : I sort of had a thing for Urkel. I spent months learning to throw my voice.
Jackson : Well, come on, let's hear it.
Sloane : No.
Jackson : Excuse me. I bought you a free pretzel. So, you owe me an Urkel. Come on. Come on.
Sloane : [clears throat then in monotone voice] Did I do that? Did I do that?
Jackson : Nice.
