So let's just accept that there's the one bathroom, again. And let's accept that Kevin is going to harp on that, again. And that something gross is going to happen w/r/t Turtle, again. And boom-boom-boom, these things are all true. Turtle uses all of Kevin's products and Turtle asks, "What products?" and Klassy Kevin's all, "I found my Kiehl's open next to one of your beat-off mags," and, like, just the phrase "beat-off mags" makes me feel like it's the early sixties and I'm on a rough cot with one thin blanket in the barracks in Biloxi next to Matthew Broderick after lights out and we're talking about our girls back home and if they'll wait and then somebody "bums" a "smoke," not to mention I cannot believe you just name-checked fucking Kiehl's, which you can now get at, like, Wal-Mart. Kevin, not content with blowing Turtle's spot regarding the completely obvious masturbation non-shame (Turtle: "So?"), enumerates the issues at hand: "So A: Stop using my bathroom, and B: why do you gotta use $47 lotion to whack off with?" And again, advantage Turtle, as he responds with the smile of an angel, directed at Vince, "I've got sensitive skin." A word to my homies and those in my Funky Bunch: This is never going to be appropriate dining conversation for us. You are so out of my entourage if you start with this shit in public -- I'm looking at you, Dillon -- even if it's at Urth Caffé. The show pauses for the laughter and applause to die down, and Eric approaches, so they do.