Reece: I brought you some Scotch.
Jay: Wow. That's quite a bottle.
Reece: Thank you.
Jay: Mm. Hey, Gloria tells me you're the Kings' dentist.
Reece: Well, when you say it like that, it sounds so hoity-toity. [chuckles] Why don't we crack that open? And do you have any Cohiba Robustos?
Jay: Oh, I wish, but, you know, they're impossible to find.
Reece: Hmm. Well, look at that. I just found two.
[aside to camera:]
Jay: Okay, the guy wasn't all bad, but I couldn't let Gloria know or it would open the door for a whole bunch of new things I don't want to do: trendy restaurants, movies about how women feel about crap. And who needs it?