No, no, no. Nothing, nothing, nothing!
No, no, no, no. Nothing, nothing, nothing!
No, no, no, no, no! Nothing, nothing, no!
It's not here, which means it's in one of those already-baked cupcakes.
Let's go. We have to start pulling these apart.
Really? Come on, don't be ridiculous.
Look, worst-case scenario, one of the 1,000 cupcakes has an earring in it.
We'll tell them it's a surprise.
No, the worst-case scenario is someone bites into it, rips their lip open, and sues us.
Let them sue us. We don't have any money.
And that's why we'll go to jail.
Yep, I'll be locked up raw and forced to be someone's girlfriend.
I mean, I'm a bad girlfriend out of prison.
It's not gonna be any easier with big joan.
Calm down. If we go to prison, I'll be your girlfriend.
Until someone hotter comes along, 'cause that's the way it goes in prison.
Start looking. I am not going to smash 900 cupcakes.
Then we'll just have to start over.
Oh, no, I would rather hitch a ride west and become a sister-wife.
This is crazy. Can't I just text them and tell them we can't do the job?
No, you can't text them. We need the money.