Abby (Katherine Heigl from Knocked Up and Grey’s Anatomy) and Mike (Gerard Butler from Olympus has Fallen and 300) are at a business dinner, and when Mike is a little too familiar with their boss, Abby kicks him, accidentally dropping the remote control of her vibrating underwear. Unfortunately, a young boy finds it on the floor, and, intrigued, picks it up and starts playing with it while Abby is presenting her project. When she starts to feel the panties vibrating, she panics, especially as she finds it more and more difficult to hold back her moans...
Movie Description: Abby Richter (Katherine Heigl from Knocked Up and Grey’s Anatomy) is a lovelorn TV producer who, despite a long and arduous search for the perfect mate, is hopelessly single. The battle of the sexes heats up when her employers team her up with Mike Chadway (Gerard Butler from Olympus has Fallen and 300), an opinionated TV celebrity who plans to put Abby through the wringer to prove his own theories about what makes men and women tick.
So, you guys here to give me a raise or what?
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Oh, that's my guy.
Always with the jokes.
Thanks, folks.
No, really, we are very excited about this year's rating increases,
and we're hoping that in the next quarter we're going to...
Oh, God.
What's wrong?
Sorry, she's...
For the remote.
Are
you
okay?
Yeah.
Ceviche.
It's quite possibly the best I have ever tasted.
Oh, yeah.
I'm going to ask the chef for the recipe, please.
Abby, hold on.
Tell Harold about the new teaser campaign we're starting next week.
You're going to love this.
Sure.
Sure, sure, sure, sure.
Well, they're 15 seconds every hour.
On the hour.
They're so, so...
You tell them, Mike.
You should tell them.
Yes.
Actually, I was really enjoying the way you were telling them.
It was great.
You were telling them.
They're unlike anything you have ever felt.
Amazing.
And they're...
I don't mean it in ugly terms.
And they're just so...
So cutting edge.
Gotta love her enthusiasm, right?
Right?
I'm gonna use the restroom,
if you...
Sorry, buddy.
It's my toy.
I don't know what you've had it the whole time.
Just part of the time.
I figured I should let you finish.
How kind.
For coming tonight to dinner.
That kind of coming.
Mm-hmm.
He likes you, by the way.
Call him.
You can tell.
Really?
We ready to go?
I know Abby is.
Great.
Let's go.
Take
care.
Thanks.
Just conference me when you get hold of her.
Okay, fine.
All right, so we have the Balloon Festival coming up,
and I thought for sweeps it might
be nice to do a segment on how men are full of hot air.
Right?
That's good.
Right?
No.
No.
Well, we should still do some stuff on location,
because you're great when you're interacting
with people.
I'm sorry.
Did you just say I'm great?
Yeah.
Kind of are.
Back at you, babe.
Tell me this.
Why hasn't some fancy New York show stolen you away?
Oh, I much prefer Sacramento to New York.
You just like being a big fish in a little pond, huh?
No.
No.
And Sacramento isn't really a pond.
It's more of a lake or even an estuary.
And it's a great place to raise a family.
Really good school systems.
The parks are clean and well-maintained and safe.
And there's a much lower divorce rate here than there is in New York.
Thank God, Colin would never be into a woman like that.
Oh yeah, I forgot. Colin only likes women of quality, huh?
That's a trait to be admired, not mocked, man-whore.
Man-whore? Why am I a man-whore?
I've seen you with the Fun Bag twins, remember?
Saw me what? Oh, you saw me introduce them to some network executives?
They want to be actresses, baby. I mean, who am I to kill their dreams?
Such a generous man.
Now you're telling me you've never slept with them.
Ah, well, no, I didn't say that.
Ah, that's my point.
Men, or man whores,
prefer women in slutty clothes who suck lots of c**k.
Every man wants that.
And for your information, I only slept with the one who could read.
Wait a second, did you just say c**k?
Yes. Yes, I did.
I can say c**k. You don't own the word c**k.
I get it.
A week ago, you were crying at the thought of a vibrator.
Now you're c**k this,
c**k that, c**k that, you know.
No.
No, we didn't. We're saving that for this weekend.
He's taking me to Lake Tahoe.
Wow. Years
to overturning assumptions, huh?
I'm really a man
of discriminating taste.
You're a foul mouth. Thank you.
