Shorty: You know, that guy's got a beautiful stroke. Look at his pants- no pleats. I like pants like that. You think I can get away with something like that?
Jay: Sure. Why not? Listen, Shorty, uh, we know each other a long time, right?
Shorty: What, 30 years?
Jay: Yeah. And, um, I sense that you got a secret that's maybe causing you a lot of anguish.
Shorty: You heard something, right?
Jay: Well, I had the same situation with my son, Mitchell.
Shorty: Really?
Jay: Yeah, and I didn't handle it too well either. And, uh, I just want you to know that you can open up to me, that I'm gonna do all I can to help you.
Shorty: Well, I mean I- I never said this out loud before to anyone. But I guess, if I did, it would be you. [chuckling] It's just that, Jay, you see, I'm, uh- I'm-
Jay: Go ahead. Yeah. Go ahead.
Shorty: I'm in debt.
Jay: Huh?
Shorty: I owe a bookie 20 G's, and he's a serious guy. And you offering to give me the dough- This is beautiful.