[seeing Max and Caroline leaving his dumpster] Well, well. If it isn't Max-a-million. Or should I say, "Max who hates my millions"? Shouldn't you be occupying Wall Street or something?
I am just here for my toothbrush, and then I'll leave you in your ivory dumpster to sit around and fart diamonds. So don't get the wrong idea, Uncle Pennybags, I'm not here to be Aunt Pennybags.
Caroline
Max, who's Uncle Pennybags? Is he one of the ones who touched you?
Flirty is me not wearing underwear to the Times Square M&M store. So you really don't want him to leave his wife?
Caroline
No! I mean, sure, maybe I fantasized about it, but in my fantasy we were on a ski trip, and I was jumping up and down, excited, with my best friend Jennifer Lawrence.
Hey, I can see it—you're out drunk on St. Patrick's Day, and it seems like a good idea to bang a leprechaun. Like the Presidents' Day I hooked up with a guy dressed like Uncle Sam at the used car lot.
Then what better place to be than in a dumpster? And Deke said to make sure to bring you. And relax, it's not a three-way situation. When we made our three-way list, you were at the bottom with Taylor Swift.
Caroline
Well, at least I'm with Taylor. On the three-way list, who's above me?
Absolutely. Something traditional, something very old school, you know, very romantic. But wait, now I'm thinking, you guys are so cool. What if we did something with a weird, hipster Williamsburg vibe?
Look, I am not a pastry school graduate. I'm not even a high school graduate. The only thing I graduated from was a scared straight program, which is why I'm not gay anymore.
Caroline
Max, you really didn't graduate? I always thought you were kidding about dropping out of high school, like when you say that Howard Stern is your dad.
I didn't need a piece of paper from high school, and I don't need this fake piece of paper, because I don't fake things. Except orgasms with guys who don't know how to yank hair good.