I'm not talking my way out of this one. We're screwed.
Yeah. He's got a high tolerance.
Your longhair speech almost roofied me.
What do we do, Max? I don't want to offend him.
We need that extra money for Chestnut.
This is the oldest tale in the book,
a woman forced to trade her body to get her child shoes.
It's Shakespearian, it's Dickensian. It's Kardashian.
Look at the bright side. You already thought he was sexy,
so you were probably gonna sleep with him eventually.
And now that he's married,
you know he won't cheat on you with somebody else because you're that somebody else.
You a side bitch!
No, Max, I can just tell him how I feel.
Besides, he probably already got it. You heard me tell him he read the signs wrong.
Apparently the sign he read said "Threeway up ahead."
Pretty good, right? Hit show, wife, kids. Still find time to get to the gym.
So you guys need to drink a little more before we do this? 'cause I don't.
All right, I'm just gonna say this before that towel comes off.
I think you've misread the signals here.
Really! That sucks.
I'm sorry. These things happen.
It reminds me of that time I had tea with that prince in Dubai and he thought he bought me.
Turns out he bought a different blonde. Oh, men!