In Obvious Child, the scenes with Jenny Slate and Gaby Hoffmann. When they hang out, Hoffmann brings her tea; they try on clothes and they’re throwing them at each other. There are similar scenes in Working Girl, but they don’t have the same intimacy. I feel like one of the things that male directors tend to miss is how intimate women are with each other in female friendships. Women are more likely to hug each other, share clothes or say ridiculous things to each other that they don’t say in mixed company. A lot of that gets lost when men try to translate female friendship on to the big screen.