Jay: Oh, I think I gotta check on him. There was something about some kind of secret admirer getting him to- Gloria: Bring his poems? Yeah, he told me when I was lint-rolling his jacket.
Jay: And you're not worried it's a prank?
Gloria: Of course I worry. I worry about him all the time. But like you said, we can't protect them from everything. So I'm just trying to, like, let go a little bit.
Jay: Let him ride on top of the car?
Gloria: No, that's just crazy.