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.