Q: Yep, you can ask one of us, or all three of us, any one question and we have to answer it truthfully, no matter what.

Lady in Pajamas: I wanna know, who was your first kiss?

Q: Okay, who are you asking?

Lady in Pajamas: All three.

Q: Okay, let’s see. Molly Robinson.

J: Ohmigod, what the hell?! Molly Robinson!?

Autumn: Who’s Molly Robinson?

J: One of the cafeteria ladies!

Q (shrugging): She was like nineteen.

Jamal: Whatever. I guess purple meat loaf wasn’t the only thing they were serving.

*Jamal winks hard at the camera*

CUT TO: the sidewalk in front of a pharmacy

Quincy: What do you think of the legislation passed earlier this month preventing people over the age of eighty from purchasing prescription medications?

Dude with Huge Beard: I mean . . . it sucks, for sure . . . but uh . . . frankly, there’s a lot of people in this country and, like, would it be that bad if, like, you know . . .

Q: I’m not sure I follow.

Huge Beard (shrugging): If you’re eighty, I mean, you’ve lived a pretty long life already . . .

Q: So you’re suggesting we let old people . . . die?

Huge Beard: We’re not going to physically kill them or anything like that.

Q: Just, like, take their life-saving medications away?

Huge Beard (snapping his fingers): Exactly. Like, how many rent-controlled apartments you think are gonna open up now?

Q: I . . . I don’t even know what to say.

Huge Beard: You know what they say, time’s up!

Q: That’s not at all what that phrase is referring to . . .

Huge Beard (rubbing his chin): It’s a good time to be an estate lawyer, damn.

Man Pushing Stroller: When I heard about it, I just shook my head. That’s the world we live in, though.

Q: How do you think this is gonna affect people eighty years old and up?

Man Pushing Stroller: Honestly? They’ll find a way to get the medicine. Probably buy it off the streets.

Q: People sell blood pressure pills on the street?

Man Pushing Stroller: Man, this is New York City, people sell actual blood on the street.

*A chime plays and CORRECT flashes on the screen*

CUT TO: promenade along the river

Jamal: Which of the three of us is cuter?

*Jamal smiles brightly*

Lady in Beret: The girl holding the camera.

Turtleneck Teen: Her. Definitely. Those eyes, ohmigod. She single?

Jogger 1: She’s cute. But I gotta go with this dude. How tall are you?

Quincy: Six two.

Jogger 1: Bet you’ve screwed in lots of bulbs.

*Zoom in on Q’s face, perplexed*

Jogger 2: I think she and the tall kid are tied.

Jamal (winking to the camera): For second place?

Jogger 2: No, that’s you.

Jamal: I think it’s the lighting where I’m standing. It doesn’t really accentuate my best features.

*A buzzer sounds and WRONG flashes on the screen*