I have no idea what they do, but I want me-car to be Sue-car.

Cameron, are you okay?

You seem nervous.

Nervous?

No, I'm not nervous.

I was nervous.

I mean, when Mitchell made plans with his father, I figured, why not spend the evening with Gloria?

I've always wanted to be good friends with her.

On paper, we should be good friends.

Look at us, one spicy, curvy diva.

And Gloria.

The problem is, I had a little minor setback that we had to overcome from a couple weeks ago.

I cannot stand hanging out with his Ivy League friends.

Oh, they're the worst.

They're not that bad.

They are the worst.

Are you kidding me?

Debbie can't go two minutes without talking about Columbia University and the little guy with the lazy eye from Harvard.

Brown.

Whatever.

Honestly, I wish that tart would go back to Columbia and take her weird little brown friend with her.

Cam, you need to relax.

You explained.

Not very well.

You know how awkward I get when things get awkward.

So when I said brown people, I wasn't talking about your brown people.

I was talking about people who go to a university, not your people.

Not that your people couldn't go to college.

Okay, now I'm hearing myself say your people a lot, so.

Just very excited because this is, you know, this is our first night out together, so it's our little date.

Where are we going?

Make sure your seatbelt is securely fastened and your tray tables are in the upright position because I got us into Palisade.

I haven't seen you.

I know, it's normally a four week wait, but the matriarch is an old Pilates brother of mine, so just one phone call.

Okay.

Palisade!

Cameron, you know what?

I don't know if I'm in the mood for something so fancy.

Can we just go somewhere like more simple?

Oh, yes, yes, of course we can.

What were you, what did you have in mind?

I don't know.

How about a little Latin place that I always used to go?

That sounds fantastic.

Okay.

I would love to see how your people eat.

Your people?

What is wrong with me?