Max, hang up.

I already called him.

You called Robbie?

You've done so much for me, I wanted to do something for you, too.

So I called Robbie, and I had him come over, and I gave him his stuff.

Now, you won't have to go through with all that mess.

And I think you'd be pleased.

I really let him have it.

What is with you and boundaries?

You're in my bed, you're in my boss's bed, and now you go and call Robbie?

You're like, you're like your big-ass horse, charging in everywhere you don't belong.

I thought I was doing you a favor.

In spite of what you say about the sounds I heard coming from your bedroom the other night, I know you're upset.

I was masturbating.

I love my job.

I need to see you outside now.

Don't get involved with her.

She takes money from the homeless.

Not true.

Bob's an investor.

Be right back.

Good cupcake, Ray.

Max, I don't know how smart that was, blowing by our only potential business contact.

You stole my breakup scene.

The only remotely good thing about breaking up with a guy is telling him how much better you are than him when you give him back his stuff.

I don't know if you noticed, but my entertainment budget is pretty low, and I was really looking forward to that.

And then you went and stole it.

But I guess you couldn't help it, because that's what you Channings do.

You steal things.

Huh.

Interesting.

Okay, you wanted a breakup scene?

You're in one.

I'm breaking up with you.

Oh, okay.

The cupcake business is over.

The dream is dead.

Oh, I'm sure Nabulandi will be devastated.

I don't need you or your cupcakes to survive.

I'll figure something else out, because aside from your constant warden put-downs, I'm a business genius, and I will always land on my feet.

Oh, really?

Because today you kind of landed on your front.

We're done.

After work tonight, I'll get my things and be gone.

Oh, you're gonna load up your dream-filled wheelie bag and ride away on Sir Mudd's a lot?

Go ahead.

Be as negative as you want, because you're in charge of your own future again.

Oh, joke's on you.

I don't have a future.

I don't have a future.

Max, are you up?

No.

Max, are you mad?

Yes.

Are you up and mad?

No and yes.

Oh, your bed's so soft.

That's my boob.

I know I moved out, but I came back.

I took the rest of our dead dream money and bought some cocktails for myself and some people and myself.