Jay: [aside to camera] Maybe it was sour grapes, but this guy was starting to sound like baloney. I was sure that if I left no stone unturned, eventually, one day, I'd find some dirt on Great Uncle Alvaro.
[flashback:]
Jay: I knew it!
[back:]
Jay: Simón Francisco Alvaro would go from town to town, seducing wealthy widows with made-up stories of his bravery in battle. After frittering away their fortunes on drink and dice, he would move on, leaving his victims with nothing but a single red rose... and syphilis.