"Um...speaking of movies that were ruined by its sequels..." Wayne continued, opening the bathroom door and padding out in bare feet, the borrowed pajama pants, and the t-shirt he'd been wearing.
"...do you have The Matrix? I swear, that movie was so good by itself. I just refuse to acknowledge its sequel. You know they're making a third one? Thanks again," he told Justin as he balled up his jeans and threw the wad of denim in the direction of the front door.
Putting on his best English accent, Wayne asked Justin, "How do I look?"