What's happening with you?
Oh, well, actually, we were just talking about me not going to Ross' wedding.
Wow, this reminds me of the time when I was living on the street
and this guy offered to buy me food if I slept with him.
How is this like that?
Well, let's see, it's not really like that,
because, you see, that was an actual problem.
Well, I'm sorry, I guess I just thought—
Alright, here come the waterworks.
I'd like to purchase some of your finest beer, please.
That tastes like actual vomit.