How are you tonight, Caroline?
Angry, frustrated, humiliated.
Just another tuesday at the diner.
Hello, Carmen. Or is it "Caramel drizzle?"
Just so you know, that stunt will go on my professional work record.
Oh, please. This diner's on your professional work record.
And your record's clean. Eli expunged it because I gave him a couple of my ass xeroxes.
He's laminating them and using them as place mats. My idea.
For what, Max? Why'd you get me fired?
Why'd I get you fired?
Well, let me give you a "for instance."
I once knew this girl who was so used to not failing that the first time she did,
she got so scared, she forgot who she was and tried to be somebody else.
And then she touched my breastesses.
Look, it's cool if you don't want to join in on the cupcake dream,
but at least wait till you find another.
Don't hop on the first one that comes along. It's a dream, not a man.
See? You are a dirty girl.
I'm a dirty, dirty girl.
Hey, cupcake quitters.
Look, do you see what you've driven me to? Supermarket cakes.
Sophie, you don't need to eat those. You can have one of ours.
Max's homemade cupcakes is back in business.
It would be cruel to kid me.
Nope. We're doing it differently this time. We are? How?
I have no idea. But for starters, you're my new junior executive executive's assistant.
I will knock you to the ground.
Well, mama happy now.