Jimmy and Gretchen in “You Knew It Was a Snake”

Last night, you said that I would never be successful. Well, I stayed up all night and wrote 35 amazing pages just to spite you. So, ha! Consider yourself thoroughly spited. Ha!

Cool. Okay, I take back the thing I said. You will be successful.

Thank you!

Now it's your turn.

I'm proud of me, too.

No, Jimmy! It's your turn to take back the mega-harsh thing you said to me. And then, voila, everything goes back to Normal Town, et cetera, et cetera... a little makeup boneage. Maybe some titty massages for Jimmy.

Wait, what exactly am I meant to take back?

[imitating]: "I can't see myself having kids with her."

Oh, that. No, I'm 100% sticking by that. Hey, can we do this titty massage on the patio? I just want to keep an eye on the hummingbird feeder.

Jimmy!

You have dropped eight iPhones in the last year, one into a vat of ranch at Souplantation. Child-rearing requires skill. It's not the same as binge-watching a season of Exemplify.

Oh, my God, that is so sexist and mansplainy! You a Gamergater? Am I living with a Gamergater?