TOM: Psst. Cam. I don’t know how to tell you this, but you forgot to change into your dress.
CAM: Me? No, silly billy, this is a minidress!
TOM: Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure that’s just a big sweater.
CAM: Tommy! You have no imagination!
TOM: I don’t know. I can imagine you lying around your hotel room wearing A-Rod’s clothes, drinking a mimosa and eating fruit and then burping, because you’ve told us all a lot that you like to burp, and then realizing you’re running late and just putting on shoes and heading out the door.
CAM: … It’s like you see into my SOUL.
TOM: Please don’t fall in love with me. My fourth wife needs to be in her twenties.