Andy, on the list of things I feel guilty about in life,
calling you to help in the middle of the night is number two.
It would be number one if I hadn't pushed that girl down the stairs to get into the 98 degrees concert before her.
Well, it was 98 degrees. People had to die.
Okay, let's stop all this joking and get down to why I really came here.
Come on, Caroline, love me.
Did you just say, "Caroline, love me"?
No, I said, "Caroline, glove me." what kind of loser would say, "Love me"? Unless you do.
So how you doing?
I'm okay. A little tired.
You know, I've been thinking about you a lot.
Pretty much all the time since we broke up.
Um, maybe I overreacted to your whole obsession with work thing, you know?
Well, you are here at 4:00 A.M.
'cause I needed help making 1,000 cupcakes in four hours. One might call that obsessive.
One might. Or pretty much everyone might.
And, Andy, just know that even though it didn't work out, I do glove you.
I glove you too.
Now, get the cupcakes out before they burn.
I don't have the energy to do this all again.
Ah, there's the girl I broke up with.
Everything's ready to go out there.
I've had my hands in more boxes tonight than a gynecologist at a free clinic.
It's not that funny.
Stay up another 27 hours, it'll be the funniest damn thing you ever heard.