I can't believe you're still here.
So sorry that I keep wanting to have sex with you.
No need to apologize, I just can't keep up with this schedule.
You seem like you can keep up.
I mean, I have a life outside of my bedroom.
I have one too.
I don't want to know.
This, us, is just supposed to be
about body parts making other body parts feel good.
The equivalent to a stiff drink at the end of a long day.
I'm ready right now.
No, I need to go to work.
Then maybe you can send me some pictures
to help me get through the hours I'll be missing?
Just "no." That's it?
No, Beau, I will not send you pictures.
You're so fucking hot.
Is everything ready for your anniversary party?
Almost. Would you mind coming on the early side-
it's going to be mostly family
and people with children.
I need someone to help make it fun.
And that's me? I'm flattered.
How's your five to seven?
Adorable.
But it's turning into a five to seven in the morning.
He doesn't want to leave.
He sounds a little obsessed.
Is it him?
"It's hard not being with you..."
"Very hard."
What did he say?
- It's a photo. - Of what?
Of his...
His penis!
Let me see.
Why don't you ask Guillaume to send you one for your anniversary present.
Oh, God. It'd be a gift not to see his dick.
Stop.
Let me see!
Beautiful day, isn't it?
Bonjour, dear. So good to see you.
Reinhardt, precious, do you mind if I steal Sylvie?
We need to get her a drink.
We certainly do.
I can't believe you ever thought we'd be a good match.
Well, now I know your type.
Any new pictures?
No, not if I don't send any first.
Send him one, Sylvie! It's not hurting anybody.
Why not?
I've taken some, but I don't like to expose myself like that.
No, no, Sylvie,
if people who look like you aren't comfortable sending nudes,
what does that say for the rest of us. Come on! For us, please.
Come on. Come on!
There! It's done. Happy?
Yes. Thank you.
To you and Guillaume,
and your anniversary.
And to that hung little stud, wherever he may be.
Is it him?
Looks like he was very happy to get the picture.
Oh my...
It is big. And hard!!
No, I hate you!
- Stop! - I promise you.
It's funny... that looks just like the wallpaper in my bathroom.
Well, I wasn't looking at the wallpaper.
Hello, mom.
What are you doing here?
Sylvie, how could you?
- You two know each other? - For 30 years, Beau!
She's old enough to be your mother!
What's going on? Sylvie!
Have you met my son?
You don't know what you're talking about.
You got her all worked up and this is what happens!
Do you know how humiliated I was?
Humiliating for you!
Shame on you!