excuse me. - You and Sarah, it all makes sense now.

- What's he talking about?

Your sister and Abraham

boned each other.

- She wakes up with him every single day

and then probably sneaks out in the morning.

God, no wonder she hates herself.

Here, smell this.

- From Abe's room. - Shut up and sit down.

You're drunk. - Nyles, what are you doing?

- Just shut up and go fuck Trevor.

- That isn't true, is it?

- What? No. No!

This guy's been drunk all day.

- That may be accurate.

However, if you do smell the pillow, you will recognize

the distinct scent of Orchid Explosion by Fournier,

the hair mist you got for Sarah on her birthday.

Does anyone else here wear Orchid Explosion by Fournier?

- Oh my God.