(neon sign buzzing) – What’s up?
– Nothing. Keep eating. – Did you do something to my food? – There might be a
little surprise in there. – Oh, what’s that? – What is it? – Is that a pregnancy test? What the fuck? – Surprise! I’m not pregnant. – What the fuck? – I’m, I’m sorry. I’m confused now. Did you want to have a baby? – No!
– Then why aren’t we celebrating? – Because you pissed in
my spaghetti, and then tricked me into eating it. – It wasn’t a trick, it was a surprise. Ladies are always surprising their dudes with pregnancy tests. – When they’re positive. And they’re trying to have a baby. And there’s no urine involved. – Peeing is a part of a pregnancy test, so grow up Murph. How else was I supposed to show you? – A text, a picture, simply
saying, hey, I’m not pregnant. – Hmmm. Lacks pageantry. – And urine. Right? No urine.
– Okay. Murph, that negative sign is a badge of honor. I mean, not sharing it with
you would be like saying, hey mom, I got all As,
and not even showing her the report card. You gotta give ’em something
to hang on the fridge. – No, you don’t. You keep the urine away from the food. – I put a lot of energy
into this, and I feel like it’s not being appreciated. I had to call ahead and
get a waiter on board. – Someone who works here was involved? – It was a lot of effort on my part. – They need to be fired. – Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry
for trying to surprise you. – That’s not what you should be sorry for. – You’re absolutely right. Women apologize too much. I’m not actually sorry. – Holy shit. Let’s just stop talking. Okay?
– I know someone who’s never getting a surprise party. – Oh! What the fuck? – Oh, that was the backup
one in case you didn’t finish your spaghetti. – What the fuck is wrong with you? – I thought we weren’t talking. (heartbeat) – Hey guys, thanks for watching. Tune in every week as
Hot Date gets hotter. Nope, nope. No, please stop at the shirt. We stop at the shirt. Oh. Okay.