Fucking hell. That girl in the grey sweater. If I were single ... mmm.
Conan's interrogation at 3:20 cracks me up.
I used to do this routine to new waitresses who didn't really know what was going on. And I would demand answers and insist to them that they "give me a name."
Kind of a dark history to that idea, but ... uh ... yeah.
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