Who could that be?
I don't know. Let me consult the spirits. Who is it?
It's Sophie. Yeah, it's me.
The shady lady with the illegal business.
Yeah, and Caroline, you owe me an apology
or I will take out these hoops, nd we will get into it, girl.
Yeah, and I warn you, I did some extreme fighting in Warsaw.
Extreme fighting? That's awesome.
Yeah, they would throw a big hunk of cheese in a trough and let all the village girls just go at it.
Sorry, Sophie. It just seemed like a better business decision to go with the forgery.
What is that? Is that a waffle? Okay! You are forgiven.
Damn it. I didn't even get a bite. I'm awake and sober for nothing.
Sophie, do you believe in psychics?
Oh, no. That's all fake. You know, I knew a family of gypsy psychics
who couldn't even predict that they would all die in a barn fire.
Hey, girls. Sorry to interrupt,
but Sophie promised to rub antifungal cream on my thick, yellow toenails.
Oleg, come over here. I'll do it in between bites.
This is what you're afraid you're missing? Because this is a relationship.
Seriously, Max. That's something I really want.
And now I'm never gonna have it.
Get in there, baby. I have two feet.