Max, look, the mailman came.
Where am I looking, your chest, your hair? Gimme a hint.
It's here. Our eviction notice.
It's amazing you can send this much shame for just 46 cents.
What, you miss three out of six months and you're out?
We're batting 500. That's hall of fame stuff right there.
Hi, girls. I just stopped by to get a cupcake to eat on the way to the gym.
Here, have a seat. I'll get you your usual.
Max, where are the lemon meringue cupcakes?
Stopped making 'em. And the fudge berries. And the purple velvets.
We have so many left over every day that even the homeless lady I give them to at night was like,
"girl, your shop in trouble, ain't it?"
So what, Max?
You think we should take business advice from a woman who thinks our nation's currency should be the McNugget?
She makes a good point.
I think it's getting a little too real in here for me.
I'm gonna go push up my boobs and glue my tooth back on.
Seriously, what are we gonna do about this?
I'll tell you what we're gonna do.
Aww, you ripped up an eviction notice.
That's the one thing my mother and I used to do together.