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Mrs. Wheeler.
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Mrs. Wheeler, I'm sorry, I just--
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I wanted to bring a real girlfriend.
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You know, one who hasn't given birth
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to my friends.
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Or maybe you think I'll be loud and crass
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and tell stories about how you used to be
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a chubby little know-it-all,
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and then failed the bar three times.
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Yeah. That's pretty much it.
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And to think...
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I stole you an eye mask.