Excuse me, miss.
You keep your door open like that, this rat's probably going to get inside.
Don't worry.
You should see the size of my cat.
What are you doing here?
I knew you'd be home for another hour, so I brought you coffee.
And I wanted to say thanks for understanding the situation.
Hey, you don't need to get all Hallmark Presents Johnny Soft Eyes on me, OK?
You're not my type anyway.
You're a bartender who's close to liquor all night, and you're not an alcoholic.
So, clearly, you don't know how to seize an opportunity.
Yes, I do.
Let's put them here.
This art show is ridiculous.
Someone named Traver, a dream catcher with buzzwords stuck in it... and you.
Why would he hang that picture of us if he still has a girlfriend?
Maybe he went home and broke up with her after he kissed you.
The writing is literally on the wall.
Oh, no, no, no.
I'm not falling for you again.
Let's just get our money and go.
Oh, uh, grown lady dressed like a doll?
We can't find Tall Hat, and we need to get paid for the cupcakes and leave.
Leave?
What are you talking about?
You're serving the cupcakes.
Pardon?
Well, why do you think we're paying you $500 for cupcakes?
Because my friend's a genius?
This is new information.
We need to talk to someone.
Trayv!
No, Trayv is busy installing his ice penis.
I could get someone else on the show committee to help.
Cassandra!
What's his girlfriend doing here?
God!
What if soft eyes wussed out and told her what happened?
Does she look mad?
No, she looks amazing.
Max!
Hello.
We met that one time on the street.
Cassandra, Johnny's girlfriend.
Hi, hi.
I'm Johnny's friend.
We're just friends.
Hi, Cassandra.
I'm Caroline.
I was with Max on the street.
And all day yesterday.
We're together every minute.
It's Cash, aren't you, actually?
But everyone calls me Cash.
And you're Max's business partner, right?
Yeah, but she makes her own decisions.
Right.
Well, let's just get to it, shall we?
I'm a bleeder.
It's brilliant it all worked out with the cupcakes.
Excuse me?
Well, I told Trayv to hire you for the show.
Johnny cannot stop talking about your cupcakes, Max.
Max's cupcakes are so moist.
Max's cupcakes are delicious.
He loves your cupcakes.
Yeah, yeah.
But just like in a casual way.
I mean, you barely even touch them.
So, um, I'm a bit busy getting ready for the show.
Why don't you put your little cupcakes on these trays and, when people start coming in, circulate right?
Circulate, girls.
Circulate.
Well, that wasn't uncomfortable.
Come on, let's bowl before Johnny gets here while I at least have a shred of my dignity.
We can't just bail out of our first big job.
If we do, people will think we're flakes.
And that'll spread faster through Williamsburg than knit hats and herpes.
Where's your purse?
I'm gonna take some of the money we made last night and get coffee.
And yes, I am walking down the street like this because after last night, I am impenetrable to shame.
Wait, we don't have any money.
Yes, we do.
No, we don't.
We did, but we don't.
I bought something with it.
I bought this.
You carried that home?
Where was I?
Three blocks ahead of me telling strangers about your pattern.
I saw you and Johnny just hanging there and I knew what I had to do.
So what am I supposed to hang that up?
No, you're supposed to destroy it.
You need to get over him.
So you're going to kick this and then you're going to kick him once and for all.
You want to break your pattern?
Start by breaking the painting.
That is a complete waste of money.
I may have been wrong about everything else about Johnny, but I'm right about this.
Come on.
Kick it.
I can't.
Give me your foot.
What?
Lift up your leg.
Yay!
You did it!
Good for you!
You broke a painting and maybe your pattern.
I really liked him.
I know.
Well, I slept through my day job, so what the heck?
I think I will take to the bed or whatever.
Just for like 20 minutes.
I'll set my alarm and then I'll get up and get ready for work.
Max, please.
I feel like we need a hug.
We just slept together.
You women are so needy.
