Cassie: Oh, fuck. Who are you? Ethan: I'm Ethan from last night. Cassie: How did you get in here? Ethan: We met at the bar. Cassie: Yes, but you're in my apartment. Ethan: You texted me right here, you told me to use the key above the door thing, the door frame. We were supposed to meet here at 2. Cassie: Ethan, oh my god. OK, I'm starting to remember, I was very, very drunk. That's on me. OK, I'm sorry, I remember you now.
Cassie: Davey, hi, I really can't talk. I'm going to miss my flight. Davey: Oh, yeah, I just wanted to check in about the New York trip real quick, cause, you know, Rick's getting nervous. Cassie: Nervous? What are you talking about, and it's like weeks away. Isn't it? Davey: Yeah, yes, it's four days away. Cassie: Oh, shit, really? Davey: Yeah, and the girls are excited to see their aunt Cassie, but they're beginning to realize she's a terrible planner. Cassie: OK, put those knives away right now. That is not fair.