"Three years of modern dance with Twyla Tharp"?
Five years with the American Ballet Theater?
Hey, everybody lies
on their resume, okay?
I wasn't one of the zoom kids either.
'God!'
Well, can you
like, dance at all?
Yeah, I can dance.
You know..
Oh, no, no, no.
What-what is that?
Sure, it looks stupid now.
There's no music playing.
[telephone ringing]
Alright, I have to get that
but no, no.
Hello? Hi.
[laughing]
Yeah, um, listen, I-I'm in need of a stripper
and I was told that you do that.
[chuckling] Okay.
Let me ask you this.
What-what do you do for the extra hundred?
So, would I..
Would I have to provide
the grapes?
- Hi. - Ooh!
How was last night
with Julio, senorita?
He is so amazing.
He's so sexy and smart, which makes him even sexier.
Oh, gosh, I got to tell you this.
Um, last night, we were fooling around
and all of a sudden
he stops to write a poem.
Get out. I couldn't stop if a meteor hit me.
Okay, we have our stripper.
A Miss Crystal Chandelier.
Well, sure, you name a kid that
what do you expect them to grow up to be?
[clearing throat]
Anyway, um, when he left
he forgot to take the poem with him.
Now, I'm at totally dense about poetry
but I think this is pretty good, alright?
- Check it out. - Ha.
- Mm. - Read it.
"The empty vase.
Translucent beauty--"
To yourself.
[chuckling] Hey, you know what?
- That's pretty good. - Oh, good.
- I think so too. Pheeb? - Oh, yeah.
Oh. Great. I'm so glad you guys like it. Yay.
- Alright, I got to get to work. - Oh. I'm not done.
Alright. Well, just give it back when you're through.
- Okay. See you guys. - Bye-bye.
'Bye.'
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
- Poor Monica! - What? What? What?
What? He was with her when he wrote this poem.
Look. "My vessel so lovely with nothing inside.
Now that I've touched you, you seem emptier still."
He thinks Monica's empty.
She's the empty vase.
You really think that's what he meant?
Totally. Oh, God.
Oh, she seemed so happy too.
Done.
[instrumental music]