i mean, other than the fact that you hang out in dive bars and flash cash, make friends with jamie brennanforget you ever met that guy. okay. i don't need to know anything. you know, unlike sam, j.d. is a perfect gentleman. brings me juice to bed... mm-hmm. holds my hand, and he actually calls me. (sets glass down) well, j.d.'s an open book. oh, really? yeah. mm-hmm. what do you wanna know? favorite ice cream. what? what? that's your first question? i'm a badass drug smuggler, and that's what you wanna know? what? everybody likes ice cream. everyone has a favorite. okay, pistachio. except for that. no. no one chooses pistachio. no, ever. yes. j.d. was 6 years old. he went to visit his father in maplehurst penitentiary. it was the first time he ever met the guy, so he was a little nervous. but when he got in there, his dad gave him a pint of pistachio ice cream. they ate it together, and he wasn't so nervous anymore. ♪ la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la ♪ ♪ there's something to consider ♪ ♪ when you come for dinner at my place ♪ (grunting) (exhales deeply) you, uh, you all right? (exhaling) fine