Oh, baby. Look who's a half hour late for work.
Must have been a pretty hot date with the candy man.
So did you touch his whatchamacallit?
Did you bring him to almond joy?
His butterfingers got nowhere near my mounds.
Now, if we could be adults for a second...
Well, your mounds are more like sno-caps, but continue.
Well, nothing happened. Even after four hours of me breathing heavily and saying...
"I'm having a really good time".
Look, I don't want to be this girl, but I think... think he might be gay.
He's gay because he's not turned on by four hours of coffee breath?
I'm having a really good time.
I must go to the men's room right now.
That proves nothing. Oleg is always looking for an excuse to put it somewhere.
Why do you think we don't serve bagels anymore?