"Andrew?"
 "Good grief, I got cake on my shirt."
 "Honey?  One more?"
 "Bonnie!  Bonnie, you promised you wouldn't be extravagant!  We can't 
afford all this."
 "Trust me, the cake didn't even make itself.  I was as cheap as I 
could be."
 "You promise?"
 "On my grandmother's really dry severed frozen head.  Did I ever tell 
you about my grand—"
 "About a thousand times.  Seriously, Bonnie.  What is it.  —You 
certainly look smug."
 "Go ahead.  Open it."
 "Is it a hologram from my parents?  I don't want my mom to see me 
with cake on my shirt—"
 "Let me open it for you."
 "Why?  Oh, never mind.  Go ahead."
 "'Open' please."
 "Dear Ms. Green,"
 "Oh!  My God!"
 "This is the best part of my job."
 "OH MY GOD!"
 "I am pleased to inform you. . ." 
 "Happy 24th, sweetheart."