Marissa, hi.

Hands off, mister. All right, I got you. Hey, can I help you? That slut. It's not a party, Mom. What, share my lunch? To who? Of course he's lying. I hope you are mistaken. I'm gonna squeeze you so hard when I see… You want to be Divas champion? But when Mozart does write at his peak,… Um, because he asked me, and I love him. You wouldn't believe what I just got. I mean, pop some champagne.