Jay: That's yours?
Gloria: Yes, I brought it back from Colombia.
Jay: My God. I married into a drug cartel?
Gloria: These are the ashes of my dead horse, Gaucho. I had him when I was a little girl. You thought that these were drugs and that they belong to my cousin?
Jay: Well, what was I supposed to think?
Gloria: I am sick of this, Jay. You treat my family like they're criminals. Like he would bring $150,000 worth of heroin into this house!
Phil: [on the virtual presence device] How do you know how much-
Gloria: What? I can't know street value?