Cabot.

"Says the man who cried when Bloomingdale’s closed for the day."

"They were having a sale! A really good one that I couldn't pass up."

"Kid? Take that back!"

"I'll take it back once you start acting your age."

"Hold back and lose out? No thank you."

"You're impossible, kid."

"Look around, Alex. Who’s the hottest one in the room? That’s right, it’s me, and I’ve got to spread the love."

"Sure you are. Hot-headed. And please, I'm a ladies man. I'm a man's man. Everybody wants me, they just aren't upfront about it like they are with you."

By moving your arm? How do you plan on eating the pizza once it gets here?

Someone could feed it to me, I don't know.

"Licking it off of a beautiful man’s stomach is not wasting it. Asshole.”

"Don't you have anything better to do? It's like every week it's someone else. And stop calling me an asshole!"

"Right back at you, asshole. And I’m not getting into any trouble unless it involves Rafael and a can of whipped cream."

"Take that back right now. I'm not an asshole. You're just a big mean baby! And why would you waste good whipped cream like that?!"

Uh… nothing. Nothing at all.

No, you don't understand. If I were to lean over to grab my phone, I run the risk of wrinkling my suit. I wouldn't chance it.

"I’d taste pretty good as a cake…Anyway, you’re a loser. Anything else?"

"Hey, I'm just making sure you're not getting yourself in trouble. It's what older brothers do." He shrugged. "Maybe you'd realize that if you weren't such a brat."

Stadium gig, wha-?