[MUSIC PLAYING] Five bucks? Debbie? It’s Meghan. Oh shit, hey. The last time I
saw you, you were getting dragged out of D-hall. Assholes. What’s that green thing? That’s a mango. That’s what a
mango looks like? Yeah. Hm. Who are all these kids? They’re mine. – All of them?
– Yeah. You know, it’s
different baby daddies. Oh my gosh. Damn. How do you afford
to feed them all? You married rich? I got a good lawyer. It’s child support. And all the fathers contribute. Really? Some more than
others, obviously. So, like, the more they
give me in child support, the better clothes
I get for the kid. Huh.
No shit. Yeah. That’s why Moisha is
wearing Ralph Lauren. And Chip is wearing
shit from Goodwill. Huh. Chip, you get
what daddy pays for. Is this Franny? Yeah. Hey. What’s going on here
with these clothes? Is Derek like, a deadbeat Dad? No. I mean, he offered
to pay child support. But he wanted partial custody. So I said no. Shared custody is a godsend. It’s a free babysitter. Let him have the kid
one night a week. That’s when you go out. You bust out your humps. You go to a bar. And you get that pie cream. Yeah. I think I know what you mean. You’ve got to earn that sperm. A sperm deposit
is a bank deposit. Yeah. Maybe. Maybe. Either way, I would definitely
revisit the Derek situation. Milk him for
everything you can get. Thanks. Oh my god. Look at that fine-looking Jew. You know that man
has a good job. I gotta go! OK. Good seeing you, Meghan. C’mon.
– [INAUDIBLE] OK. [MUSIC PLAYING]