Winston: I'm sorry, Jess, but I really don't care.
Jess: You know what, I love running this group. It gives me confidence, it gives me muscle definition. Yes, sometimes it gives me blinding optical migraines where I literally can't see three feet in front of myself. But I love these kids. And I'm sorry I kicked you out of group, but one thing you can't do with these kids is make it about you.
Winston: Jess, I don't see what the big deal is, okay? I only practiced with you guys a couple of times.
Jess: You're such a tonkel!
Winston: Whoa, hold it! Don't nobody call me a tonkel.
Jess: If you tell them they aren't good, that's one more person telling them that. That's a big deal to me, making sure no one else gives up on them. Even if they sound like a guy covered in bells falling down a staircase that's also made of bells. I know you've had a hard month, I know you don't have a job, but, God, they're just kids. Also, what happened to the refrigerator and the sofa? Did we get robbed by giants?