At a club where the music is loud, the drinks keep coming, and nobody knows your name . . .

Bartender: Aren’t you a little old for this scene, pal?

Poe: You’re only as old as you feel! Now can I get a couple of those little umbrellas?

(WHOOSH)

(Music: THUMP-A THUMP-A THUMP-A)

Poe: Careful! You could have knocked me over!

Miranda’s Friend #1: Awright! More drinks!

Miranda’s Friend #2: I wish my boyfriend was 21.

Friend #1: I wish I had a boyfriend.

Hey, Miranda, if you ever get bored with Poe, can I have him?

Friend #2: You can’t just ask something like that!

Miranda: Don’t hold your breath. I am never, ever giving him up.

Friends: Aww! So romantic!