Eliza: I guarantee to you that the guy who owns the tropical fish store, he’s got some weird sex scandal that’s just waiting to blow up. Connie: You don’t own that many saltwater aquariums without things eventually getting nasty.
Timmy: Look at me. Tomorrow my mom’s forcing me to tech her Korean church production of The Vagina Monologues. Eliza: That’s why you have an inflatable labia in your car. Timmy: I’ve been turned down by six therapists.
