Jake Gyllenhaal and Jeff Goldblum are stuck in Shuttle Detour to an Unknown Planet and forced to have a deep conversation.

Here is their conversation:

Jake: (Anxiously running a hand through his hair) Alright, so, hypothetically, if this planet *is* sentient, do you think it judges us based on our IMDb pages?

Jeff: (Stroking his chin, eyes twinkling) Oh, I certainly hope so, Jake. My resume speaks for itself, wouldn't you agree? A tapestry of the absurd, interwoven with profound moments of…discovery.

Jake: But what if it sees *Bubble Boy*? Or worse, my brief foray into rom-coms? Will it think we're not worthy?

Jeff: (Chuckles, a low rumble) Worthiness, my dear boy, is a construct. The universe doesn't require perfection, only… curiosity. And a healthy dose of jazz.

Jake: Jazz? You think this alien planet understands jazz? I'm starting to think *I* don't understand jazz.

Jeff: (Leans in conspiratorially) Oh, they understand it. It’s the language of the cosmos, Jake. Improvisation, dissonance, resolution... it’s all there.

Jake: So, if we just start scatting, we might get rescued? That's your plan?

Jeff: (A sly smile spreads across his face) Not *just* scatting, Jake. Scatting with *conviction*. We must *become* the music.

Jake: (Sighs) This is definitely going to be more method acting than I anticipated.

Jeff: (Claps Jake on the shoulder) Embrace the unknown, my friend! It's the only place where the truly interesting things reside.