Okay, stop, stop, stop. We lost him. You know you only tagged the wall, right?
Yes, I have no luck.
No one has any luck... with the possible exception of Lindsay Lohan's lawyer.
Look, it's Martha! She's getting in that car. Give me the cupcakes.
I'm going after her before she talks to that lady whose mouth we broke.
Max, don't jiggle the cupcakes! Don't worry.
Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Max, are you all right? Are you all right?
I'm fine. No broken bones, which is surprising, because when I was kid, we couldn't afford milk.
Actually the only time my mother bought milk was when my face was on the side of the carton.
Are you sure you're all right?
Yeah. I guess there is such a thing as luck.