Space Beth: My God. You’re not mad that it was about you. You’re mad that it wasn’t. He wanted to permit our love.
Jerry: Okay it’s not handsmaid’s tale to loop in your husband.
Beth: I agree for the record, we made a mistake.
Space Beth: Because we should’ve noticed ourselves losing control and gone to sex master Jerry, and said oh pretty please, Jerry, can I make out with myself?”
Jerry: Yes you may.
Jerry: See not so hot when it’s above board. Homewreckers.
Space Beth: Oh so we won’t enjoy this?
Beth: Well hold on, hold on. This is weird.
Jerry: Weird. And Permitted
Beth: Wait, you like this?
Space Beth: Who cares what he likes.
Beth: I do.
Jerry: I might like it. And if she likes it, I permit it.
Space Beth: You little pervert.
Jerry: You like a little pervert.
Space Beth: I like humiliating a little pervert.
Jerry: I approve. Carry on.
Beth: I’m freaked out by how hot this is.
Beth: Am I permitted to do this?
Jerry: Until further notice.
Beth: I love it.
Jerry: Then it’s permitted from now on
Space Beth: Oh because you like whatever she likes. Because you’re a worm.
Jerry: I will allow that assessment.
Space Beth: I don’t care what you allow.
Beth: What do you allow?
Space Beth: I allow this.
Beth: Then it’s required.
Jerry: I approve the requirement.
Space Beth: You get over there.
Jerry: Good idea
Beth: Oh wow, okay, uh honey.
Jerry: I’m fine if you are.
Space Beth: You’re never fine, shut up.
Jerry: Okay but, oh whoa, okay.
Beth: This is not how I pictured this.
Jerry: I have zero complaints so far.
Space Beth: Because I know what you want.
Jerry: I do not disagree with this.
Beth: Can I make a pitch, what if we…
Space Beth: Are you serious?
Jerry: Hey is this making fun of me?
Beth: Is that bad?
Jerry: I’ll allow it
Jerry: Do this.
Space Beth: yells something at Jerry
Jerry: Sorry, is this, oooo