Jessica Williams

Better her than me.

Rich.

Rich.

Powerful.

Listen, if you were the rescuer, the reward would be... One.

Well, more wealth than you can imagine.

I don't know.

I can imagine quite a bit.

You'll get it.

It sounds like it was a business decision, like a sponsor was going to pull supporting it unless you changed it to Holiday.

Well, then what is it?

If it has lights and ornaments and an angel and decorations on top, it's a Christmas tree.

It's Miracle on 34th Street, not Miracle on 134th Street.

The only, the only miracle on 134th Street is that we get to participate at all.

It works that way for everything.

Right?

Yeah.

I mean, John, that's how it's done.

I think so.

Get together, dudes! What's... Okay, lose the wig, Wavy Gravy, which is a reference I don't even understand. Nobody knows what you're talking about. Hey, Jess. Happy 420. You chilling? Eeling? Ew. Ew. OK, stop. Enough. Enough. I'm just grooving to the hash, ma. No. No, you're not. You're making everyone look bad. POT isn't just for shirtless old dudes with bongos.