Well, I guess you guys are the couple, so I'll sleep on the couch.
I can sleep anywhere. First two years of my life, my bed was a pile of unopened mail.
A big, roaring fire is gonna be so romantic.
Come over here closer to me, you big eagle scout.
Well, now you sound like my scoutmaster.
Hey, don't start anything you can't finish in a minute.
Max'll be right out. Something tells me she's not a consistent Hand-washer.
You do your thing. I'm just gonna sit right here, and watch my man build a fire.
Oh, great, this is cedar!
It's gonna smell so awesome. I love falling asleep to the sound of a fire.
Oh, my God. I know, no business stuff, but I just got a text about a big order.
That's fine, just remember this weekend...
Oh, I know, me and you. Me and you, me and you...
Max! Max. Turns out the B.S. bride isn't B.S.
She wants pricing on a wedding cupcake cake, and a groom's cupcake cake, for 300 guests.
Great! Almost as great as these little fuzzy shoes!
They were in a sealed plastic package. I'm the first one to ever open them.
They're like condoms for your feet!
New shoes, new shoes. Where are you going?
To the sauna. Hopefully, I'll be abducted on my way,
but know that even though I'm gone, I'm happier up there with my alien lover.
True, they don't have lips, but they do have crazy-long fingers.
I'll go with you. Not to talk about work, but she can't go alone. There might be bears.
There were always bears at my chalet in Aspen, in the woods, lying on the floors, everywhere.
You know, until PETA attacked the house.