Perfecto: I made up all that stuff to impress you. I'm just a senior.
Maeby: A señor?
Perfecto: I'm 17. Ha!
Maeby: You're 17?
Perfecto: Yeah.
Maeby: I'm 23.
Perfecto: Oh, that's a relief. I wasn't supposed to be driving with you.
Maeby: But we messed around.
Narrator: Oh, they did more than that.
Perfecto: Don't worry, nobody saw.
Narrator: Except Lucille 2. And that's when Maeby, who had spent so long lying to others and even herself, finally had to admit she had made a huge...
Maeby: Eh, no, I'm fine.