Jon:
[singing] I want to be a part of New York City.
[Jon opens the door to their new apartment room at 1-H]
Jon:
What the f***?
Susan:
Wow. What a box.
David:
I thought you said it was a loft.
Jon:
It's supposed to be a loft. This is not right.
Jon:
[on phone] Yeah, hi. It's Jon. Yeah, hey, what the f*** is going on? What do you mean, what do I mean? I'm in the apartment. That's my point. It's not a loft. It's a studio. Bullsh*t! That's not what we talked about at all, and that is not what you showed me in the brochure. Why else would I put my family on camera and risk them being murdered if I wasn't in a sweet loft? That's what makes it worth it. Three days and we're in there. [hang up]
Jon:
Alright, guys, here's the deal.
Susan:
"Risk my family being murdered"? Are you kidding me?!
Jon:
Susan, Susan.
Susan:
I can't believe I let you talk me into this.
Jon:
Susan, relax. I just said all that stuff to get us in the loft.
Susan:
I'm taking David to a hotel. I need to figure some stuff out.
Jon:
Susan, come on. Are you serious? Susan, wait a second.
Susan:
Work it out on your own.
Jon:
Susan!
[Susan and David leaves]
Mike:
Mother and Son coming out. Meet them in front.
Jon:
[exhales deeply] Uh, I think my wife just let me. And she took my son because the show screwed up and we're not in a loft. And I...said that they would be murdered. Oh, my god! Oh, my god. Oh, my god. F***!
