Excuse me, waitress?
I'm afraid the teriyaki chicken's
no longer on the menu.
Oh, I'm sorry.
That's what you had last time.
We've never been here before.
I definitely remember you. No, we never get up north.
We're just up to see a friend of ours
who moved here last summer.
Your hair was lighter. You had little round glasses.
Sounds like you.
Henry, don't play along. It's a gimmick, for tips.
Could we get some water?
It was last August. Saturday, the 14th.
You were wearing a blue dress with polka dots.
Your eyes were puffy,
like you'd been crying.
The 14th is Darren's birthday.
He said he had to cancel his party
'cause his old girlfriend showed up.
They got into a huge fight.
- Henry... - I knew it. Damn it.
Ever since that ski trip
when the two of you disappeared.
I'll go... Get your water.
Are you all right?
Are you okay?
I can't move my legs!
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Picture a door.
Unlocked with the key of the mind.
Two medical cases, both more fascinating than the last.
(Martha) That actually makes no logical sense.
This is not a door to logical sense.
Also, shut up.
Case number one.
33-year-old woman
named...
Something I can't remember.
You'll see the irony in a second.
Presenting with temporary paralysis,
high CK levels,
and a perfect memory.
How perfect is perfect?
Perfectly perfect.
Hyperthymesia.
Complete recall
of every moment of every day
since puberty.
All 7,600,049 of them.
It's cool, huh?
One of only a handful of recorded cases.
So we have two symptoms:
Temporary leg paralysis and elevated CK.
Obviously you're not suffering from the same condition
'cause you've already forgotten my dramatic voiceover.
There's a third symptom.
- Her memory's unrelated. - Why?
It's a strange medical phenomenon...
Hyperthymesia is known to manifest in adolescence.
Yeah, in the whole five documented cases.
To be related, it would mean 20 years between symptoms.
Plus, I don't know of any diseases
that cause great memory.
Only ones that destroy it.
MRI showed no evidence of stroke or tumor,
so probably a toxin.
She's a waitress. They're no strangers to botulism or alcoholism.
We should search the diner and where she lives.
Or you could search her brain.
You know, where her memory lives.
Save the gas.
You two check her home.
You two get a complete patient history.
We'll see who gets an answer first.
You said there's a second case?
Oh! Yeah.
Thanks.
The case of the 45-year-old doctor
who just failed his pathology recertification exam
and is going to lose his board certification
and get fired.
How'd you fail it? You spend half your life in the lab.
I was recovering from the flu.
I'm retaking it next week. It's not an issue.
Normally, I'd let
Darwinism run its course.
But Cuddy's in a big tizzy
about her poster boy getting canned.
So how are we gonna get the short guy off the short bus?
- What about a tutor? - I don't need a tutor.
Tutor it is.
Choose your poison.
Chase, if you prefer pounding Aussie beers
and comiserating over the suckiness of divorce
Masters, if you want nervous energy, flash cards,
and obnoxious pieces of arcane trivia.
Foreman, if you need to be berated
by a humorless hard-ass.
Foreman.
Interesting.
You must be more worried than you look.
I need a consult, Dr. Wilson.
So call me in a week if it still itches.
Thank you.
And be sure to give Sarah a kiss for me.
Will do.
Who's Sarah?
Her granddaughter, I think.
Early stages of dementia.
What's the consult?
I need your medical opinion
on what bar we're gonna hit for happy hour tonight
to kick off the official end
to your three-month pity party over Sam.
I can't tonight.
Because of Sarah?
Yes, because of
my senile patient's granddaughter.
You caught me. I'm busy!
Who's Sarah?
Wilson's friend.
My computer crashed.
Lost my database of his acquaintances.
Or you're both lying to me.
I know nothing about Wilson having a friend named Sarah.
Satisfied?
Nooo.
What are the eight types of vomitus?
I could show you four right now
if you ask me one more review question.
Hey, you picked me.
You said you wanted a hard-ass.
No, House said that.
I pretended to agree to get him off my back.
I picked you because I wanted the guy
who doesn't like getting involved
in other people's problems.
Yes, I thought you'd want to skip
the massive public humiliation of getting fired.
By treating me like I'm an imbecile?
I'm totally fine.
I aced my first pathology boards.
Medicine has come a long way in the last hundred years.
You know...
I heard of a guy
who knew a guy
who could get the exam ahead of time.
It was something I heard.
Patient's file said she lost some weight on a new diet, right?
Yeah, she went vegan.
Are laxatives vegan?
Hello?
Where are you?
In the parking garage,
searching Wilson's car.
We have an answer. Magnesium poisoning.
(Foreman) We found a pretty large stash of laxatives.
Abuse can lead to hypermagnesemia.
I admit that's...
Impressively outside-the-box thinking.
Hmm.
(Taub) House.
(Foreman) You still there, House?
(Taub) Everything okay?
No.
For a second, I thought Wilson
might have a drug problem.
Turns out it's much, much worse.
Okay... Uh, so we push fluids
and wait for her kidneys to clear the hypermagnesemia?
You'll be waiting a long time since that's not what she has.
Her BP and respiratory rate are normal.
While you two were so busy being impressively outside the box,
you missed the actual box.
Chase and Masters done yet?
Two light beers, November 16th.
One really bad glass of Pinot on the 17th.
Uh, nothing from the 18th.
Shouldn't you be working for NASA or something?
You mean why am I just a waitress?
No, I didn't mean...
I'm sorry, I-I-I-I...
It's okay.
Remembering something
is not the same as understanding it.
I'm not a genius.
I love my job. I'm great at it.
Keeps my mind busy.
Hi.
I'm Dr. House.
You are not pooping.
Question is, are you also a klutz?
Uh...
I guess I'm no clumsier than most people.
What are you guessing for?
You've got a perfect memory.
I was told there'd be numbers, dates, fireworks.
What do you want to know?
Let's go back to 2008.
How many trips, stumbles, falls did you have?
11.
This really works. Cool.
How 'bout 2009?
12.
Even cooler. Last year?
20.
That's a big spike in discoordination.
If you add the constipation, it's early onset Parkinson's.
Give her a full neuro exam, and start her on levodopa.
Oh, I'm so surprised you broke into my apartment
without telling me.
What is this?
An intervention.
Exhibit A.
A baggie filled with nepeta cataria,
also known as...
That had better not be what I think it is.
If you mean your new junkie girlfriend,
then yes.
House...
Okay, fine. I got a cat.
Release the Kraken.
I don't think you appreciate
the severity of your situation.
You are rapidly approaching an end-stage male spinsterism.
That cat,
that diabetic cat that you're shooting up with Insulin
and buying dime bags of catnip for,
that means you've given up on ever finding anyone.
Don't you think you're completely overreacting
If I'm completely overreacting.
why'd you lie to me?
Um, because I knew you would completely overreact.
Its name's Sarah.
Cats aren't named that. Women are.
What the Freud is that about?
Look, I didn't name her.
My neighbor did.
She died, and I felt bad.
Sarah would have been destroyed at the shelter.
Aww, who would want a cat that croaks
if you're not home twice a day
to shoot it up?
It's like having your own button on Lost.
You know, I'm pretty sure
that there is a river nearby.
I'm keeping her.
Okay, shrug your shoulders
and don't let me push them down.
So I have to ask, uh...
Is there a trick you use?
Mnemonics?
Meditation?
No, no tricks.
I don't even try, really.
It's just there.
Is my memory gonna go away...
With the Parkinson's?
It's quite possible.
But we still have a lot of tests to do
before we have a definitive diagnosis.
Well, here's hoping for cancer.
Nadia?
Your boss called me.
Sorry, um...
I'm Elena, Nadia's older sister.
You don't have to be here.
But I'd like to pretend you'd visit me
if I were in the hospital.
You brought daisies.
They're your favorite.
No, they're my least favorite.
I was stung in the face six times by...
[high-pitched humming] Oh, God.
What's wrong?
My heart.
Fast, wide-complex rhythm.
Get the paddles.
Cardiac involvement rules out Parkinson's.
We're back to transient paralysis
and high CK, plus arrhythmia.
Masters, when you finally blossom into a woman,
would you ever sleep with a man who had a cat?
Sure.
Wrong, the answer is no.
Slut.
Any of you ever had a cat?
Any of you ever had sex?
I think, as your people say,
quod erat demonstrandum.
An excess of catecholamine could set off an arrhythmia.
It's not a pheo. Her blood pressure's fine.
Maybe we're missing the obvious.
The heart could be behind everything.
If it's not pumping effectively,
the muscles shut down.
CK elevates, coordination suffers.
Why are you asking about cats?
Curiosity.
Can we focus here?
Uh, her heart problems
started when Nadia saw her sister.
Stress-induced arrhythmia
could be caused by long qt syndrome.
Her sister was barely in the room five minutes.
She said they'd been estranged
for over six years.
That's a lot of tension.
Run a stress test to confirm long qt.
It'll have to be drug-induced.
Treadmill will pull her stitches.
Drugs are never the answer.
If we want her heart to go crazy,
there's something simpler and safer.
Use the sister.
You lied to me.
No.
I said I didn't know anything about Wilson
having a friend named Sarah.
Under House rules, that is not a lie.
He's lonely.
That cat is a nice way for him to get some affection.
That's not the kind of putty tat
he needs to be getting it from.
He needs a putty tat he can tap.
Why is it so important to you?
After divorce number two,
he fell into a committed relationship
with a three-legged siamese.
He stopped answering his phone,
redecorated his place like Grey Gardens.
He wasn't able to come back to humanity
until a window was left
suspiciously and heroically open.
How that cat opened the window, I will never know.
He just needs more time.
Leave him and the cat alone.
I won't if you will.
Sorry about the daisies.
I always get it confused if you love or hate them.
Do you want to know exactly how many times
I've told you that I hate them?
I didn't do it on purpose.
Her heart rate isn't moving.
The sister stress pot needs stirring.
You want me to start a fight?
No.
Just agitate a little.
Use something from the history.
You're not lying to them.
In fact, you'd be telling the truth,
and serving their medical needs.
You haven't seen each other in a while, huh?
I heard the story
about the time you hit
you hit Nadia with the car.
It must have been pretty scary.
Why would you tell them that?
They asked about broken bones.
I swear that I checked my mirror.
You know that's a lie.
You knew I was getting the mail,
and you just didn't care enough to check!
Just like you didn't care
that you ruined my 23rd birthday!
Nadia, don't start!
You started by coming here, acting like you give a crap.
Here we go again!
I'm such a monster because I brought daisies.
You... you need to leave right now.
Well is she gonna be ok?
Elena, get out!
You said you'd be ten minutes.
I couldn't decide on the cheese.
When are you getting an apartment?
Or at least a storage room?
I'll get to it.
I like it here.
They have video on demand.
I pulled a practice test.
I hate practice tests.
Hey, I never saw The Usual Suspects.
You wanna check it out before we start?
What are you doing? You've got three days.
Why is everyone's first assumption
I'm gonna fail this stupid test?
Maybe, because you did.
I was recovering from the flu.
I don't care if you were dying from ebola.
You shouldn't have gotten less than a 70.
You're nothing but excuses and distractions.
Well it's a nice match with your condescension
and superiority.
Enjoy the movie.
Kevin Spacey is Keyser Soze.
How is she?
We started her on a beta blocker.
It should keep her heart rhythm under control.
She'll be fine while we run more tests.
Did you hear that she banned me from her room?
I know I'm not perfect,
but she's...
Oh, she can be such a bitch.
Look, tell Nadia
she doesn't need to worry about seeing me again.
I started the fight.
We needed her heart rate to rise, so I provoked you.
You can't play with people like that.
Maybe if I explain to Nadia...
No, it doesn't matter!
It's just one more fight for her to remember.
Guess you're both bitches.
Masters.
Smell her breath.
Breathe out.
Ammonia.
What is it?
I think your kidneys are shutting down.
Failing kidneys puts the heart back on the list as a symptom.
Maybe she went vegan because she lost the taste for protein.
It could be Amyloidosis.
We would have seen a stiff heart
on the nuclear study.
But autoimmune could account
for multiple organ systems and paralysis.
There are a number that'd fit.
Guillain-Barre, polymyositis.
MS, polyarteritis nodosa...
sle.
Why are you giving me these?
Because,
while they're off running all these tests,
you will be submitting the insurance forms.
There's an entire department for that.
Exactly. The Foreman department.
Of which you are the foreman. Foreman.
I know you got the time.
A little Wallaby told me that you recently
vacated your post as Taub's savior.
He asked. You're worse than Masters.
How's this my fault?
He doesn't need a tutor.
He needs ritalin and a babysitter.
Consider the forms incentive.
Taub doesn't pass,
he'll become a permanent part of your life.
This isn't really about Cuddy, is it?
It's about you.
You don't want to lose me.
I think you care.
Don't think you can disgust me
into pulling Foreman off you.
Pulse the patient with steroids for the autoimmune.
Start her on dialysis for the kidney failure.
Treat the Taub with insults and small slaps
for the obstinacy,
and start him on studying for the brain failure.
No, that's not gonna work.
I have a haircut at 4 o'clock.
I'll be in the offi...
I'll be in the office in about 20 minutes.
Yeah, okay.
Agh.
You planted something in my apartment
to make me think I'm allergic to Sarah.
Paranoia is the first sign of toxoplasma gondii,
the parasite linked to crazy cat lady disease.
I'm not paranoid.
I'm allergic to ragweed and dandelion.
I'm not allergic to cats.
You're trying to gaslight me.
Maybe your subconscious
is afraid that you're gonna die alone.
And it just comes out as gibberish and sneezing.
Prove that I'm overreacting.
Boys' night out.
Good Time Charlie's.
They just changed their slogan to,
"where the trashiest ladies get trashed."
You do see the hypocrisy in all this, don't you?
Until recently, your lifestyle of choice
was self-exile.
But I never had a cat.
Why don't you pick me up at 8:00?
You're gonna need another round of steroids.
In the meantime, I'll start your dialysis.
So I heard Elena might be coming back.
You think I was...
Too hard on her?
Well, we all hold our grudges.
It's not a grudge.
It's common sense.
It's simple math.
She's hurt me more than she's helped me.
Most people edit their memories.
They add small, little lies
so they don't have to face the truth.
My memories remain the same.
My truth never changes, because...
My truth is the truth.
So no one ever gets forgiven?
Sounds like a lonely way to live.
No, I-I do forgive.
As long as the good things they do...
Outweigh...
I can't... I can't breathe.
Huh.
What?
Nothing, I just...
Always pictured your place with shag carpet.
Like kind of a...
Mod Squad vibe.
Not because of the black thing.
I always thought you were more of...
You're limited to this room and Marcus's old room.
Where's Marcus?
He tells me he's working
with our Uncle in Florida.
He tells you?
You don't look at or touch anything
that doesn't belong to you, including food.
You will study and you will sleep.
And you will not leave my sight until the exam.
Great, I'll be back bright and early tomorrow, and...
this is no longer just about your future.
It's about mine too.
You fail, and I will kill you.
Respiratory distress means we were wrong
about autoimmune.
(Masters) Could be pulmonary edema from renal failure.
Pulmonary edema doesn't give you hives.
You think this is an allergic reaction?
It can't be. We pumped her full of steroids.
It can be.
If it was a really, really bad one.
I have good news and bad news.
The good news is I was right about you having some autoimmune disease.
You're just allergic to the dialysis.
But if I can't have dialysis
and my kidneys are failing,
won't that mean I'll die?
Well, you figured out the bad news.
What do we do?
We look for another case.
Even if you're right about autoimmune,
we now don't have time to prove it.
The transplant board will never give her a kidney.
Maybe we could go around them,
get a relative to donate.
Which relative?
The sister who walked away
and told you she was never coming back?
We caused this, you know.
They were estranged, but we made it worse.
That relationship was broken
long before we got there.
Nadia literally keeps score.
She tallies everything.
She decided Elena's done more bad things to her than good,
doesn't deserve her affection.
I'm sure she's right.
Unlike everybody else in the world,
her memory seems to let her keep
a pure and objective view of people in realtionships.
There's no petty emotions or agendas
fogging the windshield.
Why is that so wrong?
'Cause it's making her die alone
of kidney failure in room 205?
Not necessarily.
Nadia's sister's not like her.
I'm sure she's got plenty of subjective emotions
we can exploit.
Why don't you go channel your guilt,
see if you can get her to cough up a kidney?
Me?
I'm not good at that type of thing.
Someone else should go.
Someone else didn't screw this up.
I didn't!
You were just obeying orders. Right?
Go fix this.
Wha...
I didn't mean to make you hate her.
And... Now that her kidneys have failed, I...
I've always been a book and equations person.
People are problematic.
And... random and messy.
Um, and with sisters...
I mean, I had a cousin
who I was close to,
and when our menstrual cycles synced,
it was like gladiator school...
Do you want me to donate a kidney to my sister?
Yes.
Okay.
Really?
It might not fix your relationship.
Uh, probably shouldn't have said that.
(Foreman) Your left, on your left.
(Taub) Stop whining already.
I was getting a sniper.
Five minutes left in the break.
But the next level's just past the cooling tanks.
That was the deal.
We take this break, you do a practice test.
I-I didn't have the flu.
I just... choked.
You make life and death decisions
every day.
You work for House.
You're under constant pressure, and you never choke.
I got a perfect score
on my first pathology boards.
I kept thinking, "whatever my score is now,
"it's going to be a measure of the distance
between me and the man I used to be."
You gotta stop psyching yourself out.
Well, the last test
was before I lost my wife and my home,
so I'm sure the next one will go much better.
Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night,
and I can't sleep for hours
'cause I'm worried I got the diagnosis wrong.
These things work out.
We found a donor.
It's your sister.
Just thought you should know.
Nadia, can you hear me?
You're coming out of your anesthesia.
You're gonna feel a bit groggy.
You did great.
Everything's looking good.
Nadia, come on now.
Open your eyes.
Three milligrams of lorazepam,
and I'm going to need suction.
Seizures mean the steroids aren't working.
And we got the tests back.
We were wrong. It's not autoimmune.
Could be acute porphyria.
No abdominal pain.
Did the patient thank her sister?
Not yet, at least.
See if she will.
What are you trying to find out?
If she's telling the truth.
She claims she objectively sees reality.
Weighing the good and bad in people.
If that's true,
i don't care how many times her sister
borrowed her scrunchie without asking,
a free kidney ought to trump all the bad stuff.
And if it doesn't?
That means she sucks, like the rest of us.
We haven't considered her blood.
Clots could hit her leg, heart, kidney, and brain.
Factor v leiden.
Easiest to treat, if we're right.
Start her on heparin.
And ask for the thank-you.
How'd I do?
Great.
Great?
How great?
How many did I miss?
It's not about the numbers.
Don't...
54%?
Th-they make the practice tests
harder than the actual exam.
Oh, my God, now I'm choking in your living room.
This isn't gonna work.
Who are you calling?
I found the guy.
He can sell me a copy of the test.
I know it's cheating,
and I suck as a person.
But... the test is tomorrow morning.
It's not about the cheating. It's about your confidence.
You steal that test, and you'll never get it back.
I can't handle
failing at one more thing in my life.
You're a good doctor.
I've seen what you're capable of.
You're fast, you're decisive, and you're bold.
And those are not the qualities of someone
who needs to steal a test.
There's nothing on it that you don't already know.
You just need to know that you know it.
Keep talking.
We need you on the team.
So we're gonna sit here and take another practice test
and we're gonna keep taking them
until you've kicked its ass!
You can do this! You feel me?
Yeah.
I feel like we just buried a hooker in the desert.
There'll definitely be another time
to rise up and turn things around.
You'll come back from it.
Next time.
How are you feeling?
N-not any better.
It'll take some time for the clots to resolve.
Your sister's recovering well.
If you're really adding up the good and bad...
Can I see her?
(House) Too fat.
Too thin.
Too desperate.
Not desperate enough.
Come on, you can insult them too.
I'd rather not.
If you objectify them now,
you'll feel more comfortable when you...
Tie them to a table in your basement later.
Or whatever.
Okay.
Um...
Too armpit fatty.
(House) Whoa! Too hot.
(Wilson) I actually know her.
She's the new barista at my coffee shop.
She's getting her masters in finance.
(House) Brains and boobs.
The mother lode.
Total moron as a barista, though.
Every drink I order
ends up with whipped cream on it.
Even when I say no whip.
Girlfriend, that means she's into you.
Okay.
Hi, there. Wilson. James Wilson.
I'm a doctor.
I'm hoping that's enough to close,
because I'm also a social moron.
And I have a cat.
She said my coffee
is not the only thing
she'd like to put whipped cream on.
Yeah, but is she interested?
Bartender!
Champagne for everyone!
Hi.
Thank you.
For saving my life.
I love you, you know.
I was thinking about those times
we went up to Spofford Lake in the summer.
Whenever we took out the canoe,
you'd tie up my life vest for me.
In the afternoon, sneak me into the lodge
so we could steal popsicles.
Maybe we could go back.
I could drive us up there. We could get a cabin and...
And maybe rent a canoe.
Oh, wow, I haven't...
Thought of Spofford in...
Nadia...
Are you okay?
Elena, I'm sorry! I can't do this!
Can you stop?
Just stop pushing me for a minute.
I understand now
why you stuck yourself in that diner,
away from friends, away from family.
You can't forgive anyone.
I don't think you weigh anything.
I think you're like a lot of people.
You focus on the bad memories
instead of the good.
I don't have a choice.
Nadia, put your hand in your lap for a moment.
I'm not doing that. I know.
It's an involuntary movement called choreia.
What does it mean?
It means we still don't know what's wrong with you.
Thank you.
Do you know if that... O.R. nurse that Wilson liked
ever broke up with her boyfriend?
I thought your Wilson fetish was over.
I'm putting together a second string
in case things don't go well
with the well-breasted barista.
You've gotta let that guy alone.
He's not supposed to be alone.
Is that what this is about?
You feel guilty because
Wilson's the one that's alone and not you?
You still don't think you deserve this.
Have you met me?
Your happiness doesn't take his away.
It's okay to enjoy it.
Yeah.
Choreia. Rules out the clotting disorder.
Means we're back to square one.
If it's hit her brain,
that could mean she doesn't have long.
So then the question becomes,
will the sister show up at the funeral?
She tried to reconcile,
but the bad memories crowded out the good, and she ran.
Nobody's perfect.
What else?
Come on, the woman has all the information we need.
She's a bottomless diagnostic library.
Maybe we're missing something from the apartment.
Some lifestyle thing.
Yeah, it's all muscle strain
from doing her hundreds of Jigsaw puzzles.
We should do another MRI.
A brain hemorrhage would...
Hey.
How many puzzles?
Okay, I was exaggerating.
Dozens.
Do a peripheral blood smear.
Look for acanthocytes.
I'll be right in.
Remember me?
Just kidding.
So... Jigsaw puzzles.
Um, I find them calming.
(House) You ever left one unfinished?
No, that would drive me crazy.
Speaking of...
Why are you doing that?
More important question is, why are you?
It's just a habit.
It's a habit that compels you
in an obsessive way
that's so bad, it's a disorder.
I don't have OCD.
Each brain with OCD
has its own way of filtering it.
Some people wash their hands
and hoard tv guides.
You do puzzles and hoard memories.
So what we thought was a gift...
Is just you literally obsessing over your own life.
That's why I can't stop the memories,
even when I try.
But everything else?
My kidneys?
Memory was just a symptom of a symptom
of a larger disease.
You have McLeod syndrome.
It's a rare genetic disorder
that affects the nervous system, the blood.
And can cause...
OCD.
Am I gonna die?
It can't be cured.
But your various symptoms can be managed with medication.
Best-case scenario,
you can live another 20 years.
If it's any solace,
everybody dies alone.
It probably isn't.
How'd it go?
Well, it's hard to choke
when you have all the answers.
Look at it this way.
It's better to suck at taking one test
than to suck at saving people's lives.
Wow.
(Taub) Uh, Rachel thought it was too big,
and I can't keep it in my hotel room.
You're giving it to me?
I couldn't stand the thought
of you having company over
with that other TV.
It's embarrassing.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Hey, look, um...
I have the room.
You could stay, if you wanted to.
Just until you find your new place.
Who else am I gonna play savageskate with?
We could do that online from separate houses.
Will you shut up?
Okay.
How you feeling?
Much better.
I don't believe what House said.
I'm not sure even House believes it anymore.
You said you didn't have a choice
to be the way you are.
Now you do.
These are ssris.
They've been effective in treating OCD.
You mean lose my memory?
Not lose it entirely.
It'll just become more like anyone else's.
My memory...
Is the only thing
that has ever made me special.
Maybe so.
But if you want to be special...
You're gonna have to be alone.
Ohh!
Hey. Aah!
Those are for Sarah.
Are they poisoned?
Poi...
you and your paranoia.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
I really should find a better place
to store my ragweed.
It's a very nice gesture,
but it's still in the apartment.
So... I wanna hear
all the dirty, dairy-specific details
of your night with java the slut.
All right.
First of all,
all real.
Second...
A true connoisseur
of the dark arts of...
I flaked.
I walked her to her car and said good night.
I will get back into it, I...
you just need to give me a little more time.
I'll give you ten days.
Fine.
Ooh.
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