Um, when my brother Harold asked me to be the best man at his wedding, I was like "Of course, man, \'cause you\'ve always been there for me." Like when I was in rehab and uh, like the time I couldn\'t find my car... \'cause Harold, you know, he\'s always been the dependable one and I\'ve always been the screwed-up one,
right, Dad? Why can\'t you be more like your brother? Uh, Harold would never beat up his landlord! But, uh, little news flash, Pop. Harold ain\'t so perfect. Remember that time in Puerto Rico when we picked up those two, uh..... Well, I guess they were prostitutes, but I don\'t remember payin....