Well, how could I say no to copying my butt?
The only thing better than one of my butts is two of my butts.
I'll go first. Too late!
Do you want legal size paper or three-hole punch?
Three-hole punch? That's how my longest relationship ended.
Ready, you corporate sell-out. Fry me.
Hey, why is it still flashing?
I put in 100 copies instead of one.
Don't worry about it, we'll use them as christmas cards.
See? That's why I need an assistant.
Thanks, but I'm not gonna take this stupid corporate job.
I'm gonna stick with cupcakes, even though you just quit.
I didn't quit the cupcake business. If you remember, it quit us.
At least this job makes sense. You get a regular paycheck, benefits.
You don't spend two whole years of your life giving it everything, and then walk away feeling like a failure.
Get off that now. I'm worried you're giving yourself butt cancer.
Wait, you think you're a failure? 'cause I think we did amazing.
The shop closed, Max. Our dream blew up in our face.
Lots of things blow up in your face. It's part of being a woman.
You just... towel off and keep going.
You're really going to do this?
This was just supposed to be a temporary distraction till we got back to the cupcake thing.
No, Max. Cupcakes were the temp job.
No, cupcakes were our dream.
Well, I was wrong. Maybe it's better not to have a dream.