Max, have you seen my phone?
I wanna take a picture of this bad tip and put it on Instagram.
Getting loose change used to be so depressing, but now I can share it with strangers.
Let me sum it up. Twitter is stupid.
And Instagram is twitter for people who can't read.
Where is my phone? I could've sworn I left it right here, next to yours.
Oh, I'll just call it.
Oh, that's not necessary. I'm sure it'll turn up...
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and there like it's better than yours
In my pocket.
Max, why are you hiding my phone in your apron?
Is that the big question, really? 'cause I think the bigger question is,
Why is your ringtone "my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard"?
If you have to ask that, you clearly have not seen my milkshake.
Okay, here. I'm busted. I was checking to see if Martha Stewart called us yet.
You checked it again? You check it, like, every 15 minutes.
I know! I am acting like a little bitch.
Max, Martha Stewart has our business card. She liked our cupcakes. She'll call.
Look, in my defense, she asked for our card.
She got us all hot and bothered. And then what? Nothing.
Martha Stewart is a cake tease.
How dare you! Martha Stewart is not a cake tease.
Nothing worse than a cake tease. Ask any man.
Yeah, you shower, you powder your sack. For what?
Look, Max, relax. She'll call. Everything's gonna work out.
I mean, a year ago, we didn't even have a cupcake business. Look how far we've come.
I haven't come at all, thanks to the cake tease.
Oh, your cupcake is quite tasty. Do you have a card?
Max, that's a good Martha Stewart.
I know, 'cause I can't get her siren voice out of my head.