This is it, Max. The first private party we've booked in our cupcake shop.
What? You said it was a private party, and this is a party I keep near my privates.
Fine, but they can't smell it on your breath, so eat a mint after.
No need. It's peppermint schnapps, 'cause I think ahead.
I think this calls for a "first party" dance.
First par-tay. Who gonna have a first par-tay. We gon' have a first par-tay.
That's the exact same dance you did when the humane society sent you free puppy address labels.
Address labels. Who got doggies on an envelope. Who got doggies on an envelope.
I need another sip of this. Wish I had something stronger.
Max, I'm sorry. I can't help it.
I'm just so excited my genius marketing ideas are finally starting to pay off.
Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!
If you aren't listening, Cupcake Max can't teach you how to decorate.
It's weird how sex is so great, and yet, it makes these.