Are you okay, bubela? Hmm... Oh, yeah. I'm good. I'm just thinking about some stuff. Let...

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]