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Oh! A toast.
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I am so nauseous.
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Oh, I'm sorry. My mom gave me this cologne for Hanukah,
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and it smells like a rental car.
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- It's not your cologne. - Yeah?
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It's, um, I think I'm just nervous about the mammogram.
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Hey, for what it's worth,
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I hear it's painless.
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And not that I would want to put my boobs in a machine.
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Not that I have boobs.
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Oh, yeah, this is exactly how Liam told me not to act.
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When did you see Liam?