aren't allowed in the morning meetings anymore, but my doctor diagnosed me with a chronic case of fomo. - no, carol. get out. - greg, would i be able to leave early for a commercial shoot? i'm the spokeswoman for pubeisse, america's number one leading pube lengthener. - no, portia. gram looked at your contract. you're only allowed to endorse products owned by our parent company. - you know what? i'm sick of gram's rules. - me too. she said i can't wear hoodies anymore. this blazer's so hard and crunchy against my skin. - and she made me tuck my braid into my shirt 'cause she said it was "gross" and "a ladybug flew out of it." - yeah, gram's always like... [in gram's voice] "i cannot tolerate your kind." both: what? - say what? - [in normal voice] oh, no, no, not jewish people, master impressionists. - oh. - [in chuck's voice] "i'm chuck. where's my pudding cup?" [applause] - well done. - nice. - well, as usual, i'm the real victim here. gram's idea for "the yellow digital suite" is ruining my life! now let's see what you, the viewer, had to say about the new epa regulations. all right,