Gary's hair is sufficiently messed up. There's enough styling gel and static electricity to make it do all sorts of interesting, gravity-defying tricks, if Jolie puts her mind to it. Gary's shoulders are slumped in silent submission throughout.

"No shit," he grins. "Oceana? Yeah, you've done a good job with her!" Then his mouth is curling into a sly smirk. "I want in on the betting pool for whoever lasts longest. There's a pool, right? Who do I talk to?"