Tamra Judge

Yes.

And that's like I told her she was going to have a child.

It's like, no, she looked grossed out.

She was like, no, I'm never going to have a child.

Slade can't do it.

And I just know it's too late.

And he's like, no, you're going to have a child.

No, I'm not.

And there she is standing on the countertop with her fingers slightly crossed that her dad might slip into the bathtub and electrocute himself on a chandelier.

And she's like, yeah, I never would have done this otherwise if it wasn't for that.

Normally, I only drive to Orange County for lunch with Katie.

But, you know, I've spent so many years building up my reputation in this hard-hitting industry of hard journalism.

I started in the Iraq War.

It was rough.

I was in a bunker for a very long time under Saddam Hussein's house trying to get Hey You to work.

And I just appreciate you.

I remember asking Saddam Hussein right before he was captured in that little hole he was hiding in in his BVDs.

I said, Saddam, do you ever feel like you're not being treated like the gift that you are?

Spin bananas, guys.

And Kiki's like, well...