Delocated2008

Jon:
Oh, my god. You're right. I-I have to sell this loft. It -- It's too painful for me to stay here. It's been driving ME crazy. ME!

The Glaze:
Yes! Now, that's the Jon I've been waiting to hear from.

Jon:
I mean, don't -- Don't get me wrong. I'm -- I'm happy to have my sweet loft, finally, but not at the expense of Susan's death.

The Glaze:
NO! I've just been talking to the Jon that's in here! [points to Jon's chest] And now I'm talking to the Jon that's up here! [points to Jon's forehead] What happened?!

Jon:
What?

The Glaze:
Shh! I'm not talking to you! I'm talking to you. [points at Jon's chest] I'll work with you for a one year minimum. $50,000 a month. I'll be available 24 hours a day. But don't you answer me here. I want you to answer me...here. [points to his Jon's head]