(thumping music)
- Hey, what's up? How you doing?
Nice to meet you.
My name's Chet and I'm here to party.
And as of last Thursday, I am gonorrhea-free.
So, you wanna dance, girl?
- No, no, can't. I can't. Please, no.
- C'mon let's shake it.
- Oh my god, ovaries, I can't even.
(horn honks)
I can't even!
I cannot even.
I can't even! You're so cute!
(moaning and grunting)
(sighs) I can't even.
- Slidin' the ODMs like, "Hey girl! What up?"
- Actually, this is a great story.
- I actually gotta get this done...
- I met my ex because I DMed them. Isn't that crazy?
- [Voiceover] I can't even.
(gasps) I can't even!
- You know I love you, but it's over.
- I can't even.
- I'm going to need these filed by tonight.
- Can you grab that box?
- Sure. Oh, ah...
I can't even.
- (scoffs) I'm tired of you saying that.
I don't even know what that means.
- No, I literally can't even. This box is heavy as (bleep).
(Thumping music)
How you doing? You ever had a man suck your feet?
C'mon, let's dance.