Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell2013

[Gary and Jon (Torture Consultant) stayed in a hotel figuring out to reconnect with Jon's daughter]

Jon the Torture Consultant:
Man, I'd do anything to reconnect with my daughter, but it's not gonna happen. Man, I ran around on her Mom so much man, but I couldn't help it. There's nothing sexier than a consultant that knows his sh*t and that was me. I was banging administrative assistants left and right. I wet more panties than Lenny Kravitz.

Gary Bunda:
But the irony is that you left your daughter's panties bone dry.

Jon the Torture Consultant:
[concerned] What'd you say?

Gary Bunda:
It's a figure of speech.

Jon the Torture Consultant:
You sa- You don't talk about my daughter's panties, man.

Gary Bunda:
It's turn of phrase!

Jon the Torture Consultant:
[throws cans] I'll f***ing kill you, dick.

Gary Bunda:
No, bro! Bro!

Jon the Torture Consultant:
Because of you, I cannot pay for her college. You understand that? 'Cause of you.

Gary Bunda:
I can fix this. I can pull a flip tonight.

Jon the Torture Consultant:
Yeah, well I'm not waiting up for that.

Gary Bunda:
Can I have those almonds? I know that they're 17 dollars, but --

Jon the Torture Consultant:
Stay out of the mini-fridge.