Henry: Guys, how should I finish my Valentine’s poem? Nils: Roses are red, violets are blue, and guess what? My bed has room for two. Henry: Oh my God. Alexander: Twinkle twinkle little star, we could do it in my car. Henry: No. Stop. Vincent: Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, I can make you scream. Henry: Fuck you all, I’m leaving.







