About that time.

Let me get the pooper scooper.

All right.

Let's do this.

Hey.

Hey.

Let me ask you something.

How is it that you, a horse, and Caroline are both living with me and you're less of a problem for me?

I mean, you tell me you've known her longer.

She picks a fight with a tatted-out white chick from the Bronx.

What is up with that?

I don't know, man. I'm just used to it.

How did you sound like if you talked?

I agree with you, by the way.

Everything you say is right, Max.

Thank you, chestnut.

You should kill her.

Chestnut, I can't do that.

It'd be easy.

We could kill her and eat her.

Chestnut!

All right, buddy. Here's your spot.

Come on, do your business.

Come on, chest.

Boo, boo, boo, boo, boo.

Boo, boo, boo, boo, boo. Come on.

Come on. Come on, chestnut.

I got a lot of crap to do today.

And so do you.

Geez, don't be shy, buddy.

Oh, no, don't.

I hope you're happy.

I look like a Cambodian stripper.

Um, they prefer to be called ping-pong ball artists.

These cost $70.43.

She forced me to get tips, and then tip her for the tips.

See, it all because you never showed up.

I didn't get the two-for-one discount because I was waiting alone for you.

Max, I have really tried to be girlfriends with you, but you obviously have some issues.

Follow me to the walk-in.

Good. Let's get it out.

Here.

I thought we were gonna talk.

No, we just didn't have any chocolate cream in the case.

Why didn't you show up?

You told me you were gonna be there.

I had a lot of crap to do.

Well, you gave me the impression you were going.

I gave you the impression? I don't do impressions.

Boy, that's not true. I do one with my mom.

But to do that, I need a Christmas tree, a gallon of vodka, and a lit cigarette.

So, are we gonna be girlfriends or not?

Look, I'm gonna give this to you straight up.

I am never gonna be the type of girlfriend you're used to.

I am not your grr or your girl.