Oh, good. You're alive.
When I heard you left and walked through the woods, I wondered, "was there anal probing?"
By an alien, not a grifter.
You texted you wanted to see me?
Well, someone did.
Happy Birthday! Now, come on, blow.
I don't really feel like doing that.
Welcome to our world.
Andy, I'm so sorry about everything.
It's okay. I had a lot of time to think on the bus,
and the other bus, and the bus I had to take when that bus broke down.
If it makes you feel any better, I have rope burns all down my back.
Andy, I'm sorry about your birthday. We told each other those dates a month ago.
I wouldn't expect you to remember mine.
May 28th, 1987. 10:30 in the morning.
10:30 at night, so you're not perfect.
Look, you have a really busy life, and you're really ambitious, which I admire,
but I wanna be more than someone you get to eventually.
And you deserve that. It's just I have to put the business first right now...
And I get that. I just--I think we should take a break.
You wanna take a break? Maybe, yeah.
Are you saying take a break 'cause you really mean "Break up," but you're trying to be nice?
Maybe, yeah. I'm sorry if this seems sudden, but I know me,
and maybe it's better sooner than later.
I'm back! And I brought my bridesmaids!
Looks like business is picking up.
It's gonna be hard not to see you.
Yeah, it will be. I work 10 feet away.
This way, ladies. We're gonna taste every cupcake they have!
This is the time to take me!
Come on, final offer! E.T.? Alf? Christina Ricci?