be decoding your girlfriend's tone.- Hmm. Oh, yeah, that, this tastes so
great.- Hmm, I'm just going to be out with the
girls for a little bit.- Mmm, hmm, mmm. Yeah, me, too. I love,
hum, mmm.- So, have you talked to Britney lately,
or, did she finally die?- Don't worry. I didn't say anything. We
talked about, um, nachos and bras and, youknow, not secrets. So, you're in the
clear.- I like it when guys have pecs, but also
when they have just like full, soft titties.- Ah, I went out with Patrick, ah,
Patricia. You don't know her. She has a penis, ah, vagina. - Ha, ha, ha. Ugh. Mmm. - Cool. Work...on that. Sex.- Who's coming over tonight? And for how
long and also, no.- Go and fuck yourself because you're a
pussy. You're a piece of shit. You're anasshole, and you should burn in hell. So,
go and fuck your own self in your own ass, okay? Thanks.- I fee like Whitney Houston. She sweated
a lot, she used to sweat a lot. Alright, Pete. Alright, Pete.
Having endured insults, an ex's long-legged shadow, and dinner-table drama, Jenny uniquely qualified to dole out advice to anyone meeting their significant other's relatives over the holidays.