Oh, here we go. Here we go. You see that? Judgment. Judging a man by his car. And you're gonna wave at him while he's judging me?
What's with you? He's my boss. This job pays for our food, our rent.
No I totally understand, I'm totally fine, I get it, I'm well fed. And guess what? I'm not your boy toy anymore. I got my big boy pants on; you see them? In the car, thank you duchess.
Oh my God, are you threatened by him?
[laughing]
Threatened, What am I threatened by his money, his power, his good looks? None of the above. Check!
God, your temper tantrums are so sexy.
Get in the car, please.
Sam, he's hardly the first man to ever smile at me I think I can handle it.
Hold on, hold on, it's the smiling back part that gets me.
No more smiles. never again, I promise.
That works for me.
