Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell2013

[Gary tries to fix one last flip to save Jon's relationship]

Gary Bunda:
Wakey, wakey -- Eggs and pancakey!

Jon the Torture Consultant:
Aw, Gary, that's -- That's too many hotcakes, man. I'll never finish all those.

Gary Bunda:
Aw, you're going to need plenty of nourishment in order to feed your daughter.

Jon the Torture Consultant:
Wait, what?

[Gary pull his sheets to see that he actually reconnects with Jon's daughter to the back of the consultant's butt]

Jon the Torture Consultant:
Oh my god. [surprised] Oh my god! Gary, you did it, man! You heard me say I wanted to reconnect with my daughter, and you sewed her to my backside, my ass to her m-- [looks at his daughter again to be sure] This is not my daughter.

Gary Bunda:
In my defense, I did not know what she looked like.

Jon the Torture Consultant:
Dude, what is this foot? You sewed a foot to my stomach? Is that part of your flip?

Gary Bunda:
Yeah. But now you have to wait for the other shoe to drop. Don't you?

Jon the Torture Consultant:
What d-- What does that even mean? I never said anything like that. And also, there's no shoe on the foot. Just get the contract, we're done.

Gary Bunda:
Am I done?

Jon the Torture Consultant:
You're done. Just get the contract.

Gary Bunda:
F***.

Jon the Torture Consultant:
Good flip, Gary.

Gary Bunda:
Woo. Thank you.

Jon the Torture Consultant:
[sarcastically] Wow. What a great flip you did. Wow.

Gary Bunda:
Thank you. Honestly, I'm relieved. I did not like doing any of this sh*t.