We had to tell him. You expect me to lie to a city employee?
So I guess we're not getting that grant.
The psychic was wrong. Maybe nothing she said is gonna come true.
I told you, it's a scam.
Max, look. It's snowing. And she predicted snow.
Oh, crap! Am I gonna have kids?
So she was right on snow, but not on the money.
So what is it? Am I or am I not gonna die old and alone?
Why are we even talking about this?
We're probably not gonna make it through the winter.
And by the way, if you die first, I am totally eating you. Oh. I know.
And besides, no one person can get it all.
You're right. No one person can, but what about two?
You'll have the love and the kids and I'll have success.
Maybe we can share, like we share our tips or that wheat thin we found in your pillowcase.
Are you asking to bang my great love?
Which is fine with me, becaue I'm already bored and sleeping with his poker buddy.
In fact, let's switch. You can have my great love, and I'll die alone.
Max, you don't want to die alone.
I am dying to die alone.