Well, our projected cupcake business growth ratio isn't where I want it to be, but with autumn here.
We have a lot of hope in the launch of our new pumpkin spice flavor.
Honey, I love you very much, but we're almost out of time, and I can't talk anymore about cupcakes.
Just wanted to pick your brain.
Now, Max, I asked you to meet me here today because I wanna ask you a favor.
You want me to smuggle something in? Something out? I'm good either way.
I want you to take Caroline to the estate auction.
Daddy, no. Why would I put myself through that?
Why would I ever go where everybody knows who I am and be publicly humiliated?
I know it will be hard for you, but I promise it'll be worth it.
There's one thing at that auction that I really care about that I want you to have.
What? The painting of me as a baby?
The sculpture of me as a five-year-old? The tapestry of me at 14?
I have a pretty good police sketch of me at seven.
I want you two to go there and get the loving cup you won jumping with chestnut.
I know how much that meant to you.
Even if I could bring myself to go through all that,
we need every penny we have for the cupcake business. Tell him, Max.
Martin, you know I'd do anything for you. Anything.
But it's true. We're broke. Time is up.
Seriously, daddy, I use the box our soap comes in as a wallet.
Man, that is hard to hear. Max, you're my girl, right? Am I?
I want you to find a way to get that cup.
No matter what she says, make sure she gets that cup. You follow me?
You want me to follow you? Can I even go back there?
No, you can't, Miss.
Oh, follow you, like follow your thought.
It's important for her, and it's important for the both of you. For your futures, all right?
Get the cup. What are you getting? The cup, Martin?
I love you, sweethearts.
Love you too, daddy. And don't worry, we'll get that cup.