So, no Caroline, huh?
Uh, no. She couldn't make it.
Well, I'm feeling very sad, but you'll never know it.
You're fine. You don't seem to be short on other female party guests.
Oh, come on. They're fiends.
Some of them I know from the neighborhood. Some I worked with on Wall Street.
Wall Street? Did you have a little candy tray you walked around with?
I wish. That would have been awesome.
I was stuck in an office pushing stock in pharmaceutical companies.
Wait. You know people who have access to pills?
And just when I thought you couldn't get any better.
Yeah, one day, I went into the firm, and there was no firm.
Bankrupt. Boom. End of job, no money. Nothing.
And after I drank nonstop for a week, I figured, hey, now I can do what I've always dreamed of.
Open a candy store, be my own boss.
So I used all my savings and opened up this place.
And pretty soon, Candy Andy will rule the world of sweets and treats. That sound braggy?
No. All right, kick everybody out, and let's go back to my place.
Ah...Max, no offense, but I'm more into your friend.
Um, Andy, no offense, but I'm more into the candy than the Andy.
I want you to come to my apartment and say hey to Caroline.
I was right. You two are perfect for each other.
Yeah? I mean, it would be nice to hang with her in pants I don't care about.