Listen, I don’t think you understand how grateful Oliver and I are for your food supply, Emmit. The next few hits off of Lucie are gonna be celebratory ones for finishing another semester and all, so we’re going to eat it all within ten minutes and I’m willing to bet on that. I wish you would’ve done something other than bake on your twentieth birthday, though… we ought to get you laid or something, man.Â
I appreciate it, pal, but I honestly think I'd rather stay here and watch Christmas movies or something. Feel free to go spend the rest of the day with Alexa, though, and I'll live through you vicariously.














