I'm here for the surrogacy interview.
Max, we got another baby mama.
Look at all these women trying to get pregnant.
It's like NBA All-Star weekend.
Here's my resume, and do you validate?
I've never been validated, so you're not getting validated.
But I am impressed you have a car, so have a seat.
I've been working on my life story for the show.
As a little girl, I dreamt of being a princess.
It wasn't until I lost everything that I realized that's what I'd already been.
What else you got?
Come on, Max, this is important.
I've never told a story about the day I lost my money, so it's all very raw.
Okay, but just know, sometimes things can be too raw.
Like that chicken club sandwich, that picard at the table.
Looks like my appearance on the Brooklyn Small Business Podcast really paid off.
These aren't customers, silly.
These are just women who will do literally anything for money.
Will any of them wait tables?
Hon, can I go work in your office?
I just need to write my life story.
I promise I won't play with your Legos.
You mean those little plastic men protecting his virginity?
Sophie, ready to meet the next potential surrogate?
Oh, well, the lady in stall two is out.
Yeah, I just heard her balls hit the water.
Where is Oleg?
Sorry, I was watching a YouTube video on how to make spaghetti.
Boy, I was way off.
Uh, Sophie, this is Claire.
You liked that her application was filled out in pink pen.
Do you mind if I sit down?
My back is killing me.
Your front is killing me.
I mean, what the hell?
I don't know if you're aware of this, but your no vacancy sign is flashing.
Yes, but once I give this gift to a lovely same-sex couple in Tribeca, I would love to carry your gift into the world.
I've been a surrogate 12 times.
What are you, a baby Pez dispenser?
What do you get after 12?
A free sub?
Next!
Pregnant 12 times?
Must be like saloon doors down there.
I don't know.
Are you sure you can't spend more than $200 on this thing?
Because I feel like it's reflecting in the pool of candidates.
Sophie, here's your consolation gnocchi for not finding somebody to get gnocced up.
Thanks, Oleg.
Well, at least I have you.
You know what, Sophie?
I'll be the surrogate.
But if my pregnancy boobs knock over a street lamp, that's on your insurance.
That's real nice of you, Max.
But if there's anything that I learned from Caroline's story, it's that you can't give up, even if you should.
Oh, so you're gonna keep trying?
No, we're gonna adopt.
And we will cherish this little baby, even if it's not technically from us.
Oleg's right.
I mean, half my hair is not from me, but I love it just as much as if it were.