Is this private giggling or can anyone join?
What are you watching? My favorite show.
Abby And Brittany, the show about those cute conjoined twins with two heads, one torso?
Already watched it. They fought about a necklace. Now I'm watching Cupcake Wars.
If our team wins Cupcake Wars, we're gonna use the $10,000 prize to finally open up our own storefront.
Wait, $10,000? What kind of show is this?
I thought Google eliminated the need to ask questions out loud, but fine.
It's a show on Food Network where teams make cupcakes and compete for money.
And why are we not on it?
Look at that dumb-dumb! She just dropped the pastry bag.
Hey, they're called hands, learn how to use them, dumb-dumb!
And that is why we're not on it.
Not everyone's as judgmental as you.
Oh, everyone's as judgmental as me.
And I don't need some snarky bitch pointing at us on her TV going,
"oh, look at that blonde dumb-dumb and her hot friend trying to do something."
Max, why don't you ever let yourself dream?
Because in my dreams, spiders are always eating my eyes.
This might be the big push we need.
We can go on Cupcake Wars, or we can keep being cupcake whores. Think about it.
We wouldn't have to go car-to-car anymore, we could actually open a brothel.
Wait, if brothel's on the table, why don't we just forget about this cupcake thing?
'cause that's a job I can do without pants.
Seriously. Let's at least go to the Food Network and apply.
That's not how it works. You fill out an application online,
submit a two-minute home video, and then wait eight to ten days for a response.
Huh, caught you dreaming.
All right, so maybe I thought about it for, like, a second, when we first became a team.
But then I remembered the world's a dead-end and nothing good happens ever to anyone.
There's a gun in that drawer. Do you want to just kill ourselves?
Oh, Max. You finally called us a team. We are so going on that show.
Seriously, I don't know how Abby and Brittany do it,
because I'm uncomfortable with you even sitting this close to me.