-This is real. You’re my husband.
-You’re my wife.
After reminiscing about Murrin, Lou Reed and Condomania, our breakfast is served, and Poehler magically transforms into an omniscient narrator. “Then their bacon arrived,” she says, “and they never spoke again.” [x]
I just typed Kristen Woof instead of Kristen Wiig. Goodnight.
Please tell 1D to stop staring into camera