...It's [going to be] your birfday. We gonna party like it's your birfday.

Tonight is Valentine's date supremo. We're going to the Kings game, where we may or may not have romantic nachos. Then we head off to the city for party like it's your birfday. And Saturday will really be Leon's birfday so we'll run around like we own the place and eat and drink whatever we want.

The terrible thing about our apartments is that you can easily hear what's happening next door to you. The great thing is, you can easily hear what's happening next door to you. Overheard:
"Larry had this nasty sore on his penis and then I got one on my cooch."

Yeah, basically.