So it turns out, Ricki's
boyfriend wasn't a lawyer.
He was just carrying
a briefcase
to and from Starbucks
every day.
Jennifer was crushed.
Shh!
Mister, you're ruining
my first trip to the movies.
I see right through you, pal.
You're not a little kid,
you're just a tiny man
who gets his rocks off
pretending he's never been
to a theater before.
[ Deep voice ]
You don't know me.
Roger, be quiet!
Fine, I'll whisper.
So, Jennifer is taking
a trip to Chicago --
Oh, my gosh.
Have you ever been to Chicago?
There is so much
deep-dish pizza,
which is a thing
I do not like.
I'm more of a super flat
cheeseburger guy myself.
What is happening?
I love this whispering.
Please direct me to your city's
finest, flattest cheeseburger.
Goosebumps.
The real Chicagoan
experience...
[ Electronic dance music plays ]
Waaaaahhhh!
Y'all feelin' this?!
Neuron dance partyyyyy!
♪♪
...a man on the bus said
it didn't matter how much
I liked
flat cheeseburgers.
That didn't make it
a Chicago thing.
So, whatever,
that trip was a bust.
The end.
No, keep talking
about yourself,
and don't forget
to whisper.
You're the best listener
in the world.
Okay, so after Chi-Town,
I was like,
"Why am I traveling
so much?"
So I stayed home
and went to CVS
and slid around
the linoleum
in the socks Stan yelled at me
for wearing hiking.
