Like the fellow once said, ain't that a kick in the head?

From Roger Ebert's review of Stealth:

Cummings has bad news: They're being joined by a "fourth wingman." This is a UCAV (Unmanned Combat Aerial Vehicle) controlled by a computer. The pilots are unhappy, but not so unhappy that Gannon and Wade do not feel a powerful sexual attraction, although pilots are not supposed to fraternize. At one point Gannon visits Wade's cabin, where she has laundry hanging on the line, and is nearly struck by a wet brassiere. "Pardon my C-cup," she says, a line I doubt any human female would use in such a situation.

That human female, ladies and gentlemen, played by Jessica Biel, once again testing my whole "smart women" belief system. The credited writer is W.D. Richter, who should know better--he wrote the 1979 version of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and Big Trouble in Little China, and Home For The Holidays.

But director Rob Cohen has been known to fuck up a script or two (ask Charles Edward Pogue about Dragonheart sometime), so it seems entirely possible that was an ad lib.

But anyway, I put it to you gals--how likely are you to subtly work in a reference to your bra size in conversation, even with a studmuffin you've got your eye on?