Good Trouble (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Twenty-Fine - full transcript

I am a registered Republican.

I'm gonna get a great job, and
I will pay you back every penny.

- Now that's a power suit.
- I haven't gotten the job yet.

I really don't want anybody
to know about Jacob

or that I was in the hospital.

You do need someone to talk to.

I have you.

You remember my mother?

Will you stay and have
one last drink with me?

- Sure. Why not?
- Morning.

Wake up.



Up.

But what about this
photo of you and Mariana?

Can I have everyone's attention?

I am not seeing Evan. I'm seeing Raj.

I'm so excited for this cruise, Patty.

Me, too, Debbie.

I can't wait for the
all-you-can-eat buffets.

Right? Here, Patty.

Let me help you unpack your bags.

Is this a new outfit?

Yes. For dinner at the captain's table.

- Fancy.
- Well, should you be shopping

when money is tight?

Yes, and...



Yes, and I got it on sale.

- Oh. On sale? For $1,595.
- _

Well, Debbie,

I bought it when I thought
I was gonna get a new job.

Yes, and maybe if you
studied a little harder

and spent a little
less time on the roof,

you would have passed
the bar... tending exam,

and I wouldn't be here
paying for our vacation.

Yes, and it's great that
you don't resent it at all.

You don't have to pay
me back. We're family.

Since, you know, we're family.

Well, it's the least I could do
after you up and quit your job.

Speaking of jobs, have you had any
more sex dreams about your boss?

♪ Good Trouble 2x06 ♪
Twenty-Fine

Dear friend,

you are invited to a low-key

party at The Coterie to
celebrate my 25th year of life

on this planet.

We've all been so busy with our lives,

- following our own story lines.
- _

We haven't had our usual
family dinners or salons.

So as your present to me,

I'd love you to share your
talents with all of us.

Please turn this card
over and take this...

inspiration to prepare some
sort of creative expression.

_

_

_

Sister Act?

We could dress up as nuns and sing.

The idea is to express yourself,

because that is what sets us free.

Ugh. I thought my birthday
parties were obnoxious.

So you admit that?

"Breathe"? What is
that supposed to mean?

I don't know. Maybe chill?

I'm chill.

Well, apparently, I'm not surprising.

You know, I once bought
oat milk on a whim.

Remember that? You know, I don't
even know how milk comes from an oak,

but I thought, eh, maybe
I'll surprise everyone!

No offense, but you couldn't
even surprise your parents

- when you came out.
- Fair.

Oh, Mariana, what's the most
surprising thing you've ever done?

Um, I guess my threesome.

Okay, swinger. Maybe
I'll ask someone normal.

Oh, I've done a lot
of surprising things.

Seriously? 'Cause you
seem pretty consistent.

Oh, you don't know the old Callie.

- She once got in a car with a pimp.
- Mariana!

Who are you people?

- So what's your card say?
- Sister Act.

Hmm. I can see that. I mean,

you two have been sort
of out of sync, lately.

No, we haven't.

See? Perfectly in sync.

'N Sync! We could sing "Bye Bye Bye".

You know, it is kind of a
lot of pressure to put on us

to prepare some sort of performance.

- Even if it is your birthday.
- Hey!

Hey. What's going on?

Just talking about how excited we are

for your birthday party!

Yes. Can't wait.

Yeah, I think it's gonna be really fun.

Which is what we were all saying.

- Wow. Look at the time.
- Yeah, I have laundry.

I gotta get to work. Love you.

Hey, thanks for not
inviting me to your birthday.

Sorry. Just trying to keep it small.

Oh, I'm not being sarcastic.

I'm seriously glad that you
didn't invite me. Thank you.

Actually, we need someone
to run lights and music.

What's in it for me?

But it's your 25!

You know, so we gots to celebrate.

Yeah, I'm just not feeling
everybody getting turnt.

I just want to kick back
where we can reconnect.

Malika, is that your brother?

Yeah. I got him a job here.

Girl, what the hell?
He tryin' to be Sisqo?

- What's going on with...
- He is finding himself.

- Okay.
- How is it with you two?

- You know. Ebbs and flows.
- Is he coming to your party?

I don't know.

Hey, Dom. You coming to my birthday?

Depends. Any surprise
guests I need to worry about?

Oh, just you. If you show.

- All right. I guess I'll be there.
- All right.

Hey, ladies.

- How you doing?
- How are you?

I'm all right.

I better get back to it before this
one starts clapping orders at me.

And we're flowing.

Did you tell Malika about Jacob?

Or that I was in the hospital?

No. I would never tell anyone. Why?

Well, maybe it's because you've
been hiding in your loft for weeks,

and people want to know
what's going on with you.

- So are you coming?
- No.

You should. You know, people miss you.

You've gotta get back
into the world, you know.

You're not going to your group therapy

and you're not working on your music.

All you're doing is whatever that is.

All right. Next verse.

Okay. "Hey, Malika, don't you seethe,

when someone swipes your cold
brew, you just gotta breathe."

Come on. I need a catchy hook.

How about this?

♪ I don't know you ♪

♪ But I want you ♪

- ♪ All... ♪
- ♪ All the more for that ♪

♪ Words fall through me ♪

Okay, we're not singing that, dude.

"Dude"?

Okay, Dennis. Next verse. Um...

"Hey, Alice, you've gotta just breathe.

When we run out of paper,
we can wipe with leaves."

Ah?

Um...

I need... I need to tell you something.

Yeah, my song sucks. I know.
It's kind of the point.

I had sex with your mom.

What?

Um...

Why do you hide behind this mop?

- That's better.
- You just want to be on top.

I just want to see you. Maybe
it's time for a new look.

Um, hey. So, uh...

I'm... wearing a binder.

You are?

- Can I see it?
- Yeah.

Does it hurt?

Only if I wear it too long.

So what does this mean?

It means I'm not
comfortable with my chest,

and this helps me feel more confident.

Oh. Did it make you feel uncomfortable

- when I touched them before?
- No, it's okay. You didn't know.

- So, do you want to keep it on?
- Yeah.

If that's okay?

Sure.

It actually makes me feel really sexy.

What makes you feel sexy?

Probably not saying
the word "sexy" so much.

Seriously.

- I've never really felt sexy.
- I think you are.

I think you're hot.

Oh, yeah? How hot is this? Huh?

Do you like that? Do you like that?

Hmm? Huh? Oh!

My neck.

Sexy hurts.

- What? What's wrong?
- I feel like you're making fun of me.

I'm making fun of myself.

Look, I'm sorry that I'm
not comfortable being sexy,

and that I'm so unsurprising.

- Where are you going?
- To get some water.

So, this is the first piece
of a series I'm gonna do

based on the piece that
I sold in the group show.

Looks like that review
got you inspired again.

- Did you post it to Instagram?
- No, I don't like bragging.

Hey, bragging's how you build you brand.

Get people to follow you.

Besides, if you don't want
to be at the mercy of critics

to make or break you...

I'm not gonna post naked pictures
of myself just to get attention.

That's not what I'm saying.

You just need to let
people know who you are.

Show 'em your personality.

And none of this brooding artist shit.

You need to create moments, and stories.

Oh, now I gotta be entertaining.

Yeah. You gotta get
people interested in you,

so that they can get
interested in your art.

You need to...

- Lighten up?
- Doesn't hurt.

Well, it's not me.

Sorry I'm a brooding artist,
but I can't be someone I'm not.

So you were just helping
Evan with his dating profile.

Yes. That's why he asked
me to have drinks with him.

He said that I'm socially
well-adjusted for an engineer.

He's got a point.

He asked me not to tell anyone,
but I should have told you.

Well, I understand why you didn't.

Everybody's suspicious
of his interest in you.

I'm really sorry.

Me, too.

Oop. Sorry.

Hey. Thought you... you
were over at Jamie's tonight.

- No. I have to study for the bar.
- Um, it's okay.

My roommates are having poker night,

and I should probably be there to
make sure no one pees in the plants.

- That's a thing?
- Unfortunately.

- Maybe tomorrow?
- Okay.

All forgiven?

- Yeah.
- Good.

So, you haven't spent any
nights at Jamie's this week.

Everything okay?

Not here to distract you.
Just brought you some dinner.

That's sweet.

So, what are you doing down here?

Um, it's the only
semi-quiet place to study.

You know where it's really quiet?

My place.

Oh, yeah. Well, it might be quiet,

but you are a major distraction.

Seems like you've

pulled away since I told
you I'm a Republican.

Are we okay?

Yeah. I just... like
being in my own space.

Well, me, too, but...

you know, if Raj lived alone
in a penthouse apartment,

I'd be happy to go to his place

so you could spend time
with your boyfriend.

Well, I'm happy to step out.

Let you guys have some time alone.

Like you did just now.

Like I've done many times before.

Okay, well, I feel bad
kicking you out of our loft

so I can have sex with
my boyfriend, so...

I think maybe we could make a deal that,

I don't know, you stay at
Jamie's, like, three nights a week.

You know, especially 'cause
I am paying most of the rent.

- I told you I'd pay you back.
- I know. It's fine. It's fine.

We're family. I don't mind.

So, can you spend
tomorrow night with Jamie?

Sure.

Would you mind not leaving your
shoes in the middle of the floor?

Sure.

May be you could fold and
put away your laundry

instead of dumping it on the couch?

I think I can do that.

Do you think maybe you
can come up with something

for us to do for Malika's party

since you keep shooting
down all of my suggestions?

Maybe we could do a scene from
"Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?"

- What's that?
- It's an old movie.

_

A former child star torments
her paraplegic sister

in their decaying Hollywood mansion.

You can play Jane.

_

Very funny.

Okay, well, I'm just waiting for
Stacey Abrams to get in the race.

What about our girl Kamala?

So, have you lived here a while?

Yeah, um, I work in
the theater downstairs.

You like this whole communal living?

Not really, but I'm not really
into that Jonestown shit, you know?

What does that mean?

You know. Jim Jones?

Killed all of his cult members
when they drank the poisonous punch?

- Do you want more wine?
- Nah. I'm good.

Well, Elizabeth Warren's

got the most progressive platform.

Um, Bernie.

But, do you think the
country's ready for socialism?

What I don't understand is...

how you could have so many...

progressive points of view but
still call yourself Republican.

Don't say you're a fiscal conservative,

because deficits have grown the
most under Republican presidents.

Let's remember, the Republican party

was formed to abolish slavery.

Okay, look, there's no
question under this President,

the Party is not what
it was meant to be.

- Which is?
- About individual freedom and accountability,

to protect local power, not
a big centralized government

telling people how to live.

The reliance on private spending,

which is more efficient
than public spending.

And to extend democracy,
at home and abroad.

Sounds like you had that rehearsed.

Well, I thought the
subject might come up.

Do you think the Party's only changed

under the current President?

Even it is has, it is
ethical to stay in a Party

for what it was meant to be,

rather than the hateful
party it's become?

So guilty by association.

You think I'm unethical.

Well, none of the Democratic
candidates are proposing

that the government take
control of industry and capital.

Which is the definition of socialism.

It's just... Republican
party propaganda.

I mean, what they want is to
reduce economic inequality.

I think that the country
is ready for living wage,

free college, and healthcare for all.

I feel that.

I'm... I'm sorry. Is this a
political debate or a birthday party?

- Hear, hear.
- Welcome to The Coterie.

See, it's your first time.

Where's Dennis?

I'm sure Dennis wanted to be here.

He's just been really busy,
you know, with his music.

Okay, so before we all get too lit...

Hey!

I wanted to say a few words.

I wanted to use my
birthday to thank you all.

When Alice brought me into
The Coterie, she literally

carved out a piece of her loft
to give me a roof over my head.

But she and all of you

gave me so much more than that.

You gave me my first real home.

My chosen family.

Without you all, I wouldn't be
graduating from college soon.

- Go, sis!
- All right, all right. Malika's smart.

She's smart.

And I never would have met this...

wonderful...

beautiful man.

Hey, now! Hey, now!

Or have been able to share my handsome,

sweet, dope-ass brother Dom

with all of you.

I'm blessed, and I'm so grateful.

Thank you all for being here.

And, I can't wait to see
what y'all cooked up for us.

- Well, as long as expectations are low.
- Really low.

- Whoa. What are you doing now, baby?
- Woo! She ready!

Work it!

Okay, so just so no one has to
feel the pressure of going first,

- me and my girls got you.
- Oh, yeah!

Growing up as a kid,

I hated my dark skin.

And if I could be transparent,

even now as a grown woman,

I have to constantly
reprogram my thinking.

Years of being told I was
not the standard for beauty,

but, see, that was a lie.

Which is why I chose to
rewrite my own narrative.

"Dear Black Girl,

we are warriors

whose spirits can't be crushed.

We speak up when told we're too much.

We forgive when our black men dismiss

degrade and can't see that we are not

the ugly ducklings, but

the swan princess the Nubian goddess,

the reflection of our ancestors

the made in His image.

When society tries to
pin light versus dark skin

we remind them that
every shade of chocolate

is divinely crafted."

Black Girl Magic is more than a hashtag.

Yes!

"It is a movement.

A statement like Maxine Waters

claiming our power. Moving...

through this world unapologetically.

Degree holding with our heads held high.

Melanin moisturize,
big hips, thick thighs,

hair free and natural or wrapped

in a protective style.

Dear Black Girl, you better recognize

We are the trailblazers.

Everybody..."

- Yes!
- "... wants to be us."

Come on, preach! Come on!

Whoo!

"So to all my sistas

as we continue this process

of loving our skin

start with this. Look
at yourself in the mirror.

This is me.

The chocolate beauty
deserving and saying,

I am Queen. Dear Black Girl know...

that you...

You are everything."

- I'm sorry I'm late.
- You're here. That's what matters.

What's this?

Just sick of looking at the drywall.

I miss you.

I don't want to pry into
whatever's going on, but...

it would mean a lot if you
came to my party tonight.

We saved you a seat. Right there.

Well, I think I speak for
everyone when I say, Dennis,

- it's damned good to see you, man.
- Woo!

Yes!

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Hey, I'm gonna go get
a sweater. I'm cold.

- Is that new?
- Yeah. I went shopping.

You can afford to buy
clothes when you're

having to pay more of the rent?

Yes, Callie.

We all know how responsible
you are with your money, but..

I've been working hard, and
this is how I treat myself.

Yeah, it's also how you
got yourself into debt.

- That's not true. That is not true.
- It does. Well...

- Especially in the country.
- Wow.

Yes.

So why'd you all choose communal living?

- Oh, I...
- Well, Mariana chose for us.

Because Callie left it all up to
me and she couldn't afford much.

And 'cause she had a
massive crush on Gael

and was planning on making
him her new boyfriend.

Until you beat me to it.

Well, uh, somebody's
gotta go second, right?

Oh, yes.

Not an easy act to follow,
but I will do my best.

- Very true.
- Yes!

- It's a very tough act to follow.
- Um...

So, my inspiration was "Lighten Up".

- Huh.
- Uh, so I wrote a little something

about the important role
that light plays in art.

Oh, no,

Well, first...

- Ooh, yeah!
- Yes!

Now it's a party!

♪ Okay, we wrote this for a purpose ♪

♪ To motivate you at this time ♪

♪ With this hypnotizing bass line ♪

♪ Please feel free to lose your mind ♪

♪ And get high, get money,
get sex, get real ♪

♪ All intertwined ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, this is stadium music ♪

♪ Fifty-thousand at a time ♪

♪ Let's get right, let's get right ♪

♪ Let's get right, okay, okay ♪

♪ Let's get right, let's get right ♪

♪ Let's get right, okay, okay ♪

♪ All the girls want, Hot-n-fun ♪

♪ All they looking for is, hot-n-fun ♪

♪ All they ask for is, hot-n-fun ♪

♪ They keep wanting that, hot-n-fun ♪

♪ Look at you, look at me ♪

♪ Look at you, look at me ♪

♪ Hot-n-fun, hot-n-fun ♪

So, our inspiration was "Sister Act",

and we are going to be doing improv,

which was Callie's idea, because
she shot down all of mine.

Malika's party is tomorrow night,

and we still have nothing prepared,

because you keep shooting
down all of my ideas.

That's 'cause your ideas are
either silly or too much work.

Silly how?

"Mr. Sister"?

No one wants to see us as drag kings.

Okay, well, you come up with something

that takes absolutely
no preparation, then.

How about improv?

So, can we get any
suggestions from the audience?

Ooh! Sisters on a cruise.
Ha! Yeah, that's good.

Okay.

Fine. But remember that in
improv, it's "Yes, and..."

which might be hard for the queen of no.

Also, Raj is spending
the night tomorrow night,

so you are going to Jamie's.

- Are you listening?
- Yes, and goodnight.

Yes, and maybe if you
studied a little harder,

and spent a little
less time on the roof,

you would have passed
the bar... tending exam,

and I wouldn't be here
paying for our vacation.

- This is real, right?
- Oh, yeah, it definitely is.

You know, we're
family. Speaking of jobs,

have you had any more sex
dreams about your boss?

And, scene.

Got good at the end, there.

So... That was, uh, s... That is...

interesting.

Th... That was all made up.

Yeah. Seemed made up.

Should we just get this over with?

You had sex with my mom?

All right, I was... wasted.

- When did this happen?
- The... The first night that she was here.

I woke up in the morning,
and she was in my bed.

Oops, I'm sorry. It's not funny.

No, I-I-I'm... I'm sorry.

Listen, Dennis. You did
not have sex with my mother.

Okay? Malika brought her
home, and I spent all night

holding her head over the toilet
while she barfed out her Botox.

- Then why was she in my bed?
- I know my mother.

She was trying to make
you think that you had sex

so that you'd go back for seconds.

God, I had no idea she was
that desperate to get laid.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait. Are you okay?

No, no, no, no. I'm...
I'm not... I'm not okay.

I just hated myself thinking
that I had done that to you.

Thinking that I had
ruined any chance of...

Any chance of what?

Of you ever trusting me.

Don't worry. I trust you.

You're my best friend.

So, my card said "Breathe",

and I don't know why.

But I wrote this song, and
spoiler alert, it's pretty lame.

♪ I don't know you ♪

♪ But I want you ♪

♪ All the more for that ♪

♪ Falling slowly ♪

♪ Eyes that know me ♪

♪ And I can't go back ♪

♪ Moods that take me ♪

♪ And erase me ♪

♪ And I'm painted black ♪

♪ Well you have suffered enough ♪

♪ And warred with yourself ♪

♪ It's time that you won ♪

♪ Take this sinking boat ♪

♪ And point it home ♪

♪ We've still got time ♪

♪ Raise your hopeful voice ♪

♪ You have a choice ♪

♪ You've made it now ♪

♪ Falling slowly ♪

♪ Sing your melody ♪

♪ I'll sing it loud ♪

And that is called acting.

Are we okay?

What? Yeah.

Shit. That means I'm last.

Better go get ready.

Wait, get ready for what?

By the way, you might
want to check your phone.

You got a text from Evan.

_

- What are you doing?
- Come on.

I, uh... brought you something.

Um, I'm... I'm not a poet, by any means.

At all. Like I cannot do what you do.

I'll let him use you, baby.

But, um...

- Hey, here it goes.
- Hold on, hold on. I got you.

Ooh.

"With essential potential,
a new cause worth a fight,

unanimous need, unexpected
indeed, all at first sight.

Entangled limbs and sudden
whims, no need to be polite.

Ebony whispers and lip
quivers, gently into the night.

A new dawn we rise and compromise,

and prove the world that we're right.

My heart is yours, provocateur.

Bringing darkness into light."

- Aw!
- Snap it, y'all, snap it.

Poetry. Poetry. Snap it!

♪ Bang bang boom ♪

Oh my God!

♪ I won't be your waiting hand ♪

♪ I won't be your stepping stone ♪

♪ I don't need another man ♪

♪ I can make it on my own ♪

♪ I don't need you to be king ♪

♪ I know how to make my way ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm stronger than you think ♪

♪ I know this'll be the day ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ The clock is ticking ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Time's running out ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ I feel it shaking ♪

♪ Can you feel the air trembling ♪

♪ Can you feel the rumble ♪

♪ So tell me are you ready,
how do you like me ♪

♪ Nothing's gonna stop me ♪

♪ Until I break through ♪

♪ I'm gonna make you go ♪

♪ Bang bang boom ♪

♪ I'm gonna make you go ♪

♪ Bang bang boom ♪

Woo!

Yes! Yes!

Now that was surprising.

Girl. Oh, my God!

Thanks so much. See ya.

So...

What'd you think?

I... think...

It was hot.

Really?

Yeah.

So...

Is this what you want?

For me to be more femme?

'Cause that was really hard to learn,

and I honestly don't
think that I could ever...

- do that again without blowing out a knee.
- Hey, hey, hey.

What makes you think I
want you to be more femme?

'Cause you're, like...

presenting more masc, and...

- You just said that was hot.
- Yeah.

Alice, what was hot was your confidence.

You weren't making fun of
yourself or your sexuality.

Dude, you were like Beyonce. You
took your space and you owned it.

And you were vulnerable.

That's all I really want.

When you make jokes when we're
in bed, it just pushes me away.

Okay.

I can work on that.

I can work on it, too.

I know that I push you away.

Intimacy is scary as hell.

But it can also be super sexy.

He wasn't asking me if I was DTF.

He wanted to know what it meant.

Did you really just move in here

because you wanted to sleep with Gael?

No.

We needed to find a place
that we could afford.

And... I never hooked up with him.

I haven't slept with anyone
since I've been in LA. Except you.

Oh, well... There was this...

What?

- Threesome with a really nice couple.
- Uh...

Okay. We'll circle back
to that later, but...

I have a question. Did you
know Evan wanted to talk to you

about his dating profile when
he asked you to have drinks?

- No.
- You went anyway?

Okay, well, if Evan asked you to
have a drink, what would you say?

- That's different.
- Why? Because you're a man?

- Yes.
- Okay. Wow. That is incredibly sexist.

You really buy this
dating profile excuse?

He's so obviously into you, Mariana.

Well, if he's into me, I'm not into him.

And I announced to everyone at
Speckulate that you're my boyfriend.

Yeah, well, it's pretty
obvious I'm not your type.

- What?
- I'm not a rich CEO, or a hot,

brooding sculptor artist,

- or a couple...
- You know what?

If you can't believe
that I wanna be with you,

nothing I can say
will ever convince you.

And I'm done trying.

- You leaving?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry I didn't do my thing tonight.

I will tell you my secret. Soon.

- Okay.
- Happy birthday.

Thank you. Mm, love you.

Yeah. Love you, too.

Appreciate you coming. Did you have fun?

Yeah. Yeah, it's nice to
see all the people you have,

who love you.

I can why you didn't need me and Mom.

You got a family.

You are my family.

After losing Mom, I realized
I've had a lot of regrets.

And now it's too late.

I thought that by
reaching out to our father,

maybe we could have some type of family.

Ah, look, we got each other.
And that's enough for me.

And that is the best present I
could ask for at this birthday.

Truly.

I love you. And I'm still taller.

Aw, man, yo!

Yo. I gotta...

- No, you didn't.
- I sure did.

Are you serious?

But check out all the likes
and comments you're getting.

Check out this one, asking
when your next show is.

See? This is what I'm talking about.

This... is you.

Just more of you than you're
usually willing to put out there.

- Seriously?
- Let's do it.

- Yeah. Let's do it.
- All right.

Step into my barber shop.

All right.

All right, y'all. So I've had
my hair long since college.

And... it's time for a new look.

- You ready for this?
- Yeah, let's do it.

Oh, my God.

- Getting weaker. Let me see.
- Too late.

- What's that?
- This is my voter registration stub.

I've had this in my
wallet since I was 18

and registered as a Republican.

What are you doing?

You are right.

You know, if I don't believe in

what the Party stands
for in this moment,

I shouldn't be a part of it.

However...

that doesn't mean I'm
turning into a liberal.

But seriously, I'm...
I'm open to listening.

If you are.

Well, I think Raj and I
just broke up, thanks to you.

- Let's not do this here.
- Why not?

- Everyone here knows our business.
- Thanks to you.

Because you told everyone I moved
us in here so I could smash Gael.

And that I had a sex
dream about my boss.

Yeah, and you told everyone
that I didn't pass the bar.

I got ten bucks on the little one.

I don't know. Callie
look like she got hands.

I'm sorry, okay? I screwed up.

I'm not perfect.

Oh. Did you hear that?

Miss Judgmental just admitted
that she's not perfect.

Yeah, and Miss "I don't
mind, we're family"

wants to kick me out of our loft.

That's not true. I just asked

if you would spend the night with Jamie.

- Yeah, maybe I'll move in with Jamie.
- Well, go right ahead.

- Okay.
- Where are you going?

- I'm not doing this, Mariana.
- Stop...

Yes! Now that's some good theater!

Oh, we doing this?

Only because it's my birthday.

Cray.

What's going on?

Uh, we fell in.

Listen, um...

I'm sorry. You're
right. This is my issue.

From now on, Hot Raj is gonna be...

Hot Confident Raj.

That is hot.

Now, here. Help me out.

Oh, okay. Oh, my phone!

All right!

What have you done to your hair?

It looks good.

You want some of mine?

Well, don't just stand there! Get in!

Do it! Do it!

So why don't you?

- What?
- Move in with me.

Wow! This turned out to be
a great party, after all.

Woo! I am blessed!