I'm mocking you.

When in doubt, I'm always mocking you.

Seriously, Max, this new cupcake business is our lifeline.

A way out for both of us.

And I want to thank you again for letting me move in.

If there's anything I can do to help you...

You mean besides starting to wait on tables?

I meant anything I can do to help you through your breakup with Robbie.

Oh.

Thanks, but I'm fine.

And we're working.

Well, one of us is.

Are you sure you're fine?

Because I heard you crying last night.

I don't cry.

I sold my tear ducts to an organ bank for cash two years ago.

I was on the couch, and I heard you crying alone in your bedroom.

Really?

What did the crying sound like?

Like...

Mmm...

Mmm...

Oh...

I wasn't crying.

Well, then what were you...

Oh!

So, none of my business.

That's right.

And remember that.

Got it.

In fact, let's just say that anything having to do with my bedroom, my tables, or my life...

You should stay away from.

Boundaries.

Got it.

And...

Please don't tell anyone at work I let you move into my apartment.

That is one boundary we both don't want crossed.

Why?

Hey, roomies.

That's why.

I hope those sheets are okay.

Oh, don't worry about it.

I know they're the best you could afford.

Not really.

The good ones are on my bed.

Max, that oven is so hot.

Could you do me a favor and open the back door?

We've known each other two days, and you're already asking for back door?

Get out of the car!

I forgot your equipment.

For Equestrian Barbie, you came with a horse.

No!

Out, horse!

Bad!

Bad horse!

Chestnut!

No need to yell.

He's a champion.

Champion stink bomb.

Smelling pretty ripe out in that yard.

That's not Chestnut.

That's Brooklyn.

Okay, well, I'm watching the champion drop some steaming hot Brooklyn right now.

Oh, yeah.

Max, I've been thinking about how you completely overreacted to your name up on the specials board.

Do you think it's a fear of success?

I am too poor to have a fear of success.

At Wharton Business School, we learned that every new venture can bring up a certain amount of fear.

Is there any way to do a Yelp review of Wharton Business School?

Maybe you're having a hard time imagining this cupcake business could ever even happen because nobody ever believed in you or your dreams.

I'm guessing.