Brunch with your high-maintenance friend

There is nothing better than a casual breakfast at a cozy restaurant, am I right? CJ, why did you bring your butler to IHOP? Who else is going to pour CJ's OJ into my preferred sipping instruments? Surely not me. Ha ha ha ha! Don't worry, I brought one for you, too. The only thing more luscious than me are the berries on the stuffed French toast, and they don't even need my plastic surgeon to be this gorgeous. Ha ha ha! I'm stuffed. Finish your orange juice, darling. We need to stock up on vitamin C this time of year. Is there champagne in this? No, this is a family establishment, Mont. Why do you want a little bit? Cause if you do, I can see if the muscles can make that happen. Ha ha ha. I'm only kidding, that's not allowed unless you're making a few calls. It's really important that you use the appropriate utensils to help with portion control, darling. I can't trust you to practice self-control with such delicacies. Is that a mother of pearl spoon? Darling, everyone knows that stuffed French toast is the caviar of breakfast foods. Give them some so they can see for themselves. Ugh, I'm positively stuffed from that last bite. You know what they say, you are what you eat. We're IHOP stuffed French toast. Mhm. Once we wrap up here, I'll hop my way over to Rupert's wallet, stuff my pockets with his credit card, and book us a flight over to do a little shopping in France. And then we can get a little toasty while we sip and tan in St. Tropez. How's that sound? Just say we. I'd like to propose a toast. May the only thing more stuffed than our French toast be our bank accounts. No cream! I'm watching my figure. Ha, ha. Cheers.