Thanks.

Bubby:

Are you okay, bubela? Joel:
Hmm... Oh, yeah. I'm good. I'm just thinking about some stuff. Bubby:
Let me tell you a little story. Kyle:
[cut to restaurant scene]
Wait! Who is this person? Joel:
My bubby. The lady I was talking about that likes fiction books? Karen:
Oh, your grandmother. Joel:
Yeah. Bubby:
[cut to Bubby's apartment]
Let me tell you a little story. It's about bagels. Joel:
Wait, say no more. I've got it. You were gonna say the bagels are a metaphor for the circle of life. Bubby:
No, I wasn't gonna say that. Joel:
Oh, my God, of course! How could I have not seen it? I let my desire to land the Dickricker account cloud my judgment! I know exactly what to do! [Joel stands] Joel:
Thank you, Bubby! Bubby:
[Bubby stands and hugs Joel]
Oh, Joel, I'm so proud of you! Joel:
[embrace lingers]
What are we doin'? Bubby:
I don't know, but it feels so right. Joel:
Oh, God, Bubby, I wanna f*** you so bad. Bubby:
Do it. Do it, Joel. Don't overthink this. Joel:
Oh, no. [Joel lifts Bubby's skirt revealing youthful legs and breaks the embrace] Joel:
I... I should go. Bubby:
Yeah, I get it. Joel:
Hey, Bubby. Bubby:
Yes, bubela? Joel:
Thanks. [cut to restaurant where Kyle and Karen are motionless in shock]