Yes. No. I mean, why would I mind if I squeeze... squeeze in next to you?

Buzz, mind if I squeeze in next to you?

I'm not going with you. I won't fit. You have to go by yourself.

Fold over the ends. Into the tin, knuckles in, flatten it down.

I'm pumping! It's Penny. Oh. Come in.

Squeeze in. That's it. Historic occasion. Everyone, smile.

You don't understand. If we go back, they'll swamp the boat. They'll pull us right down, I'm telling you.

I thought you were pumping. I thought you were my boss.

A little tight, isn't it? Why didn't you get a bigger table?

There you all are. Now, Belinda Bear must squeeze in, too. Good job. We're like sardines in a tin. Where's everyone gone? Surprise.

You want to push Mary out. I'm not pushing her out. She was never "In."

You know, and it'd get really cold. And we'd all just sort of smoosh under this one blanket.

Thank you but we're fine. Besides, our whole family couldn't possibly fit in your bachelor pad.

Wait, what are you... I bet we can both fit in this bed if we really trying on squeeze in there. No, wait.

So, you really think you're gonna buy it? I mean, it makes sense. We're kind of cramped where we are.

Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Pull you out and stuff something else in?

I carried cupcakes on a subway for nothing? The annoying woman next to me talked the whole time.

Those places are always so many people, and they're being corraled like cattle. And, you know, there's always some idiot who goes Moo.

Some disgusting wildebeest with three days of razor stubble, in a sleeveless muumuu, crammed in next to you in a carload full of groceries from the Price Club!

I'm serving this with a vibrant jammy relish of grilled sweet red peppers from a jar, sweet chilli sauce and squeezed lime, all roughly blended together and ready in seconds.