Girlfriend. Like, I know that we bonded over the summer, but I’m not quite ready to show you the bod just yet.
Max, little advice. The girl goes off to some aunt in Florida for the entire summer and barely says good-bye to you. In layman’s terms, she blew you off big time. I mean, and look at you. Look, you’re like a groveling dog. (in a whiny voice) Have you heard from Liz today? Did Liz call? (end whiny voice) No. That’s no good. Look, you’ve gotta play it cool, all right?
Michael: It’s not safe.
Maria: It’s never been safe. What difference does it make now?
