Congratulations.

What am I going to do without my bite guard?

My teeth don't know where to go.

Well, maybe they should just backpack for a couple of years so they figure it out.

Listen, perfect teeth, this is a nightmare for me.

The technical term for this is advanced bruxism, and the technical term for you is overly dramatic.

Yesterday you freaked out because we ran out of toilet paper.

Just hold it so you get to work like everybody else.

Now maybe I sing while others wait.

Uh-oh, we got real problems now.

I choose Susan Boyd a popular song from all clips on internet.

It's called I Dream.

Keep dreaming.

Oh, you're back.

We thought you ran away.

Chestnut and I were just about to pick out another human from the shelter.

I had quite a day.

8 to 10, grind, grind, pain.

10 to 11, pain, pain, grind.

So I went to the drug store and bought an $8 bite guard, which didn't fit my freaky Tim Burton mouth.

And when I tried to return it, the cashier Rhonda, whose name tag said she was happy to help but who was neither happy nor helpful, said that I couldn't return it because it had already touched my teeth.

For someone whose jaw is about to unhinge, you're sure flapping it a lot.

Why is this rag with my father on it here?

Don't look at me, Chestnut bought it.

He likes it when I read him his daily horse-oscope.

Why is everybody so obsessed with the fact that he hasn't said anything?

Haven't you ever been at a loss for words?

Tampons, yes. Words, nah.

Well, this will make me feel better.

Whenever I'm in pain, I need a treat.

You know, whenever you're in pain, that is my treat.

Sushi, I hope you like crab roll.

I never had sushi.

That doesn't even make sense.

No sushi, no dentist, who are you?

A poor person?

Sushi's lazy.

If I come to your restaurant, get up off your ass and cook the damn fish.

I wish we could afford to go to this little sushi place in Tribeca where my father always took me.

We had this little joke.

Every time we'd walk in, I'd always say, ああ、すみません。もう少しおどろう。おねがいします。

And we would just laugh.

So you're not funny in Japanese either.

I got this at a corner deli.

The cashier was Japanese. She said it was good.

Oh, I'm sure it's great.

Because the disenfranchised immigrant serving the spoiled white girl would have no reason to lie.

Get ready for something heavenly.