text:  Well, you didn't have to come with me. Oh, that makes it all better. You're right, I didn't. So I don't blame you entirely. Oh, good. Just mostly. I'm going home. Aw, come on, Maury. Don't go. I'll make you more cookies. Then I can pay you. I don't want your cookies, Liz. They do. I'll give them more cookies, and they'll like me. They'll all want me as their friend again. No, they won't. Weren't you listening to Skink? You can't buy their friendship with cookies.