It’s all gone bad. It’s spoiled. Maybe we can
salvage some of it. There was a power
outage last night when they lit the Christmas tree. Well, exactly how many cake
orders are we talking about? 50. By tomorrow? We failed. I’m done.
– What? That’s it?
You’re giving up? Who am I kidding? Who wants this
stupid place anyway? Angie. All the appliances
are outdated. The electrical system
doesn’t even work. Oh, I’m sorry we didn’t live
up to your Parisian standards. You know what? We should just start calling
people and issuing refunds. No. We can’t do that. Right. What has gotten into you? Maybe Michael was right. Maybe I don’t know what I want. Maybe I never did. Michael? What are you talking about? It doesn’t even matter. I’m calling Mama. What are you gonna say? Sorry, Mama. You trusted us to
run the bakery, but instead we ran
it into the ground? Merry Christmas. Nobody’s picking up. Of course they’re
not answering. They’re on a cruise.