Yeah, but it hurts so good.
Okay. All done.
Take a look.
"Adam" In a big old heart.
That's it. We can never break up.
I can't be a middle-aged woman
limited to guys named Adam.
邦妮 别担心 我...
Bonnie, don't worry, I... Ow!
What happened to three, two, one?
Crab roll, how do you plead?
Guilty of being delicious.
Mm, another smoothie, nice.
I could get used to this.
Don't. I'm going home soon,
and Jill doesn't know how to use the blender.
How's the studying going?
The part that's making me squint.
That's the Bavarian cut crystals.
You're the first person to see me in it, so you're welcome.
I do feel kind of special.
Guess how much it cost.
Oh, we'll be here all day.
I'm sorry, what?
I know it's a bit much, but I'm a bit much.
Oh, good. You know.
Well, I'll let you get back to your books.
Oh, I almost forgot.
It's the first of the month. Do you have something for me?
Um, a "Welcome to November" Hug?
No, I'm talking about the money you owe me.
Oh. Wait, you want it now?
Well, that's the payment plan we agreed on.
$75, first of every month.
But if you don't have the cash, you can just bring it tomorrow.
I mean, I don't have any pockets on this thing anyway.
好 没问题 我不是说我带钱了
Right, got it. I mean, I don't got it.
But maybe by tomorrow, I'll get it and then I'll give it to you.
Okeydokey. Oh... thumbprint.
Got to go Windex my tummy.
Did she really just ask me for 75 bucks?
While she's wearing a $3,000 chandelier?
God, rich people can be so...
Shh. There are cameras everywhere.
My tattoo is still burning. Is yours burning?
Like a wildfire. Isn't it great?
No. Burning is bad.
That's the whole premise of hell.
Come here, let me see how yours turned out.
Wait, uh, they say you should
keep it covered for at least 24 hours.
Yeah. They also say you shouldn't put Q-tips in your ears,
but I ride that high every morning.
What the hell is "Bo"? Where's the rest of "Bonnie"?
What? I always call you Bo.
-从何时开始 -一直都是 邦
- Since when? - Since forever, Bo.
Unbelievable. You wimped out.
Wimped out? I didn't even want to do it in the first place.
Whoa, wait. Are we in the wrong apartment?
Where's the wall?
-别担心 老大 我在修 -你为什么搞坏它
- Don't worry, boss. I'm fixing it. - Why'd you break it?
Water broke it. Powerful thing, water.
创造了大峡谷 尼亚加拉大瀑布 月球
Created the Grand Canyon, Niagara Falls, the moon.
Why couldn't you just leave it alone?
And let the people I love get sick from black mold?
Not on my watch.
She's actually doing you a favor, Bo.
"Bo," I like that.
Yeah, well, forget it, 'cause it's not gonna stick.
That's such a Bo thing to say.
And here we have Travis.
He's very fit, he appears to be into weightlifting and travel.
Ooh, he's cute. Swipe right.
Next up is yet another Travis.
Oh, hey. We're just playing on Tinder.
I know I can't date yet, but I can still window-shop.
I do the same thing with health care.
So, it was a slow shift at work,
but I went into extra grovel mode
-赚到了我欠你的钱 -谢谢 亲爱的
- and came up with the money I owe you. - Oh, thanks, sweetie.
Um, still no pockets.
给 贝琳达 去做个面部护理吧
Here, Belinda. Why don't you get yourself a facial?
You're looking a little clogged.
Whatever makes your world better.
Jill, what the hell?
I busted my butt for that money.
It barely even stayed in your hand for a second.
So what? You owed it to me.
But you clearly don't need it.
But you owed it to me.
- But you don't need it. - But you owed it to me.
But you don't need it.
But I'm not having this conversation anymore.
But you don't need it!
This suit is not for swimming!
Don't touch my money.
Save the suit!
Save the suit!
I'm using a 120 grit.
Thought about going with the 240,
but that's just showboating.
Are you talking to me?
No, I completely forgot you were there.
Okay, second coat of plaster, your turn to shine.
Oh, thank God you're back.
- Where you been? - To the florist.
I brought you a little rose.
Oh. Where is it?
In my pants. Kapow!
- You got another one? - It took twice as long
- and felt twice as good. - This is crazy.
Yeah, I agree. A rose with no thorns?
Where's the poetry in that?
Darn, you're right.
No problem. Get me a guitar string and some boot polish
and I can thorn that bitch up before lights-out.
And there's the poetry.
Rich people are soulless bastards.
They should all rot in hell. Who are we talking about?
Jill. Parading around in her billion-dollar bathing suit,
squeezing me for a measly 75 bucks.