Ep.1 (Part 4)
We split the tips. Give me yours. You did better than I thought you would.
Listen, tonight I thought of a way we could make some extra money. They've totally underestimated the price point on those red velvet cupcakes. In Manhattan the asking price is at least seven, so we could sell them for seven, and then pocket the difference.
Nothing about that sounds wrong to you?
It's not our fault that the idiot who makes the cupcakes doesn't know their worth. I'm the idiot who makes the cupcakes. New information.
That's stupid. No one would pay $7 for one of my cupcakes. Really? 'Cause Well, at least we know you're not adopted. So how'd you even end up in Brooklyn? Oh, I went on monster.com. Typed in "place where nobody from the Upper East Side would ever go, ever," and this diner came up. You can't wear a fancy leather jacket outside in this neighborhood. You have to turn it inside out. Oh. Fur. Cool.Turn it back. So where do you live?
Our townhouse was taken and bolted up by the bank, so Is this where I'm supposed to feel sorry for you? I mean, I don't want you to, but just so you know, a well-adjusted person would. I'm dead inside. You make that pretty obvious.
Anyway, I'm just gonna stay in the city with a friend. I live a couple of blocks that way.
I'd walk you to the subway, it's just that I don't want to. - Okay.
- Okay.
