Pepper: I mean, my God. If they didn't want to come to my party, just say it. I'm a big boy. I can take it.
Cameron: Well, since you brought it up, Pepper we didn't want to come to your party either.
Pepper: What?
Cameron: Oh, you know we love you. But they've just gotten to be so much work over the years, and-
Mitchell: We're all out of cassis.
Pepper: I can't bear it.
Mitchell: I will make you a Bellini.
Pepper: Everybody canceled on me. And now you two. For 15 years, I have killed myself setting a community standard with my fanciful themed brunches mounted at great personal expense. Well, clearly I've been a fool. No one likes your brunches, Pepper. No one likes you. You're gonna die alone in a quaint Spanish revival outside of Palm Springs. Or La Quinta.