GANDA: So my mom wants to come out to visit and asked if I could find her a room to sublet. So I was like, Mae, why don't you just stay with us. But she said she didn't want to impose on you.
DOUG: Oh, that's so sweet. You know it's fine, right?
GANDA: Yeah, I know, so I told her your mom stays with us all the time. But if my mom comes, we have to hide the alcohol.
[Silence. Doug's jaw grazes the ground.]
DOUG: Everything?
GANDA: Yeah.
DOUG: Like not even a bottle of wine?
GANDA: Yeah.
DOUG: Are you serious?
GANDA: Yeah.
DOUG: Your mom doesn't know you drink?
GANDA: Look, she has this nice image of me that allows her to sleep at night and I don't want to take that away from her.
hope she doesn't read this blog!