Real Adults Don’t Order Dessert
– So then I said, what? (group laughing) – Oh my! – Oh God, I am so full. If I keep laughing like
this I’m gonna puke again. I’m so sorry, Raph. – No biggie. – May I interest anyone in some dessert? – Ooh!
– No, no, no, no, no. Thank you.
– Get that away. – Couldn’t possibly!
(man in glasses laughing) – No, I don’t need dessert, thank you. – Oh, Rekha. If you want something, you should get it. You deserve a dessert. Sure, we just gorged
ourself on an enormous meal but if you’re feeling like
a little piggy boy, go. – Look, I’m fine.
– Rekha, please. If you want to get
something, you should do it. You can shovel a bunch of butter, claw it into your mouth while all of us just wanna
pay and get outta here, please please please. Please, please.
– Really, I am fine. Please leave.
– Wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait, no, no, no. You’ve gotta get what you want. Now, we did not mean to make you feel bad. – Why are you talking like that? – Okay, let’s get her the sugar sugar sugar bomb for babies, but can we make it the one
specifically for adults? You know, the kind that like
to eat a fully balanced meal but also still somehow wanna pour crap into their bodies, thank you. – This says brownie sundae.
– What did I say? – You said something different. – Did I?
– Yes. – I don’t think I did. – Okay guys, you are not better than me for not wanting dessert. – Rekha, I would never
make you feel like I was. – No, no, we would never
say something like that. – Rekha, plenty of respectable
people eat dessert. It’s sweet and creamy. Buttery. It’s beautifully plated. It transports you, for
the briefest of moments, away from this world
(orchestral music) to some place of joy and indulgence and bliss. – Yes. – I’m assuming, I’d never
actually order it! (laughs) – No way (laughs)!
– No! – I’m not a small baby. – No, no, I would never waste
someone’s time like that. (group laughing)
– What a baby sugar bomb baby. – Quit assigning morality to food! I love dessert and that is fine, you savory-loving nut balls. – Nut balls?
– Nut balls! You love your salt and your
meats and your big beers. And after-dinner espresso, and I don’t say anything about it. So just let me love my thing too. I will take the cake. – Excellent choice. (classical piano music) (diners conversing in background) – Thought that was the waitress. She kinda looks like her. – Is this a real… No. – How was your day, Grant? (Grant sighing) (Ally whistling quietly) – Thank you.
– Here’s your cake. – Thank you! – I guess I can take a
bite of that for myself. I might as well.
– I’ll have one bite. – Who are you? Who are you?