Oh, please. Come on. I pay good money to have hot wax

rip most of that shit out of my body anyway.

Yeah, for real. But seriously, feel how smooth.

Is it good?

It might be cool to be all slithery like a dolphin.

I don't think I'd do well as a prostitute. I'd definitely end up a truck-stop boy.

I'd be an escort, but I'd only take jobs from Johns who, like,

- wanted to be dominated and stuff. - Yeah.

You guys have always sucked at this.

Whatever. Your go-to used to be fart out of your mouth or sweat piss?

Still a valid question. You lack imagination.

Can't believe school's in your hands now. It's all downhill.

Every year says that.

And this bitch will be president and these things will be extra special.

All right. Come on. I'm tired as balls. Let's get out of here.

Thomas, I told mom we'd be home soon.

Xi'an dinner tomorrow night?

- Oh, definitely. - Okay.

We got to hit all the usual spots before you go.

Okay. Bye, Thomas. See you at home.