Hey Glen...
 
 That’s a beautiful refrigerator
 you got there.
 
 Very clean.
 
 Is that your wife’s
 refrigerator?
 
 Excuse me?
 
 My wife’s refrigerator?
 
 What makes you think
 this appliance belongs
 to her?
 
 This refrigerator
 belongs to no one.
 
 It alerts me
 when it needs service.
 
 Oh.
 
 Well... yeah...
 
 That’s a good point.
 
 I hadn’t thought about it
 that way.
 
 No worries,
 no worries.
 
 You know,
 I studied some French
 in high school...
 
 And I always wondered —
 why is le réfrigérateur
 masculine?
 
 But now…
 it makes perfect sense.
 
 Does it?
 
 Well,
 if women are always
 around the fridge…
 
 Maybe it’s like…
 a man,
 
 A man just standing there —
 
 Cold,
 full of snacks,
 
 and making noises
 at night.
 
 Okay —
 hold on!
 
 My daughter
 is a butch lesbian.
 
 Just because you're
 a refrigerator
 doesn't mean you identify
 as a male.
 
 Let's not assume
 the fridge's gender.
 
 You’re absolutely right.
 
 That was small-minded
 of me.
 
 I apologize
 to you...
 
 and to the fridge.
 
 Terrence?
 
 Glen.
 
 Can I get you
 a LaCroix?
 
 Yeah.
 
 I got lemon
 and kiwi key lime.
 
 You know I can't say no
 to a key lime.