Kieran: My partner is in love with this Dylan Rosenthal son of a bitch. He’s like 21 years old. It’s a joke when she kids me about it but it’s not a joke.
Kieran: I’m 6ft tall and it’s a big deal to me. I don’t know why it’s a big deal, but I like that I’m 6ft tall.
Kieran: We we’re coming back from the a Lune thing and she says, “You know Dylan is 6’1.” And I just internalized it.
Kieran: And then the next day I look it up and it says he’s 5’11”.
Kieran: So I leave the cave, my office is in a cave, and I go into work where she is and go into her office and say, “You know he’s 5’11”.”
Kieran: And she goes “What?” And I go “The boy. He’s not 6’1.” He’s 5’11”. She goes “What the hell are you talking about?” I said, “I’m 6ft. I’m taller than the boy.”
Hermann: Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist?
Kym: Yes.
Hermann: I was hula hooping. I attend a class for fitness and fun.
Kym: Oh my god.
Hermann: I’ve mastered all the moves. (pulls out the photos and shows them to Kym one by one) The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie-doodle…
Kym: Why are you telling me this?
Hermann: (takes out a lighter and sets the photos on fire) Because no one will ever believe you.
