Jeremy says something about how the tabloids were around when he was texting Ali about something, and he cops to calling her a little matchmaker. He doesn't even grovel. Instead, Dina and Ali start going on about how it isn't his fault and how much they love him. "You're an amazing musician." (And the best babysitter we've ever had!) What the fuck? How did he get these girls wrapped around his finger with his lame-ass style? I can't deal. Dina babbles something about how she taught her kids to be honest. Now is the time to tell you that I once had the chance to talk to Ms. Lindsay. Back in her Mean Girls days. She was a rather sweet girl, but a total robot. She had clearly been programmed by someone (Dina-saur, most likely) to recite exactly what she thought she should about the movie, her career, her ahem, musical talents. Still, I am sure that whatever Dina taught her kid to say was honest... even if it wasn't Lindsay's own honest opinion. Anyway. Big D's all like, Jeremy I'm sure your parents taught you to be honest. And he's like, "Parents? I don't have parents, remember?" No. Fucking. Way. Who is this sketchy, manipulative guy and how did he get past the guard? He didn't grow up around famous people. Neither did Dina. He mumbles that he's sorry and he's learned from his mistakes. Gag me. Ali's all like, "Oh, his sad little face made me feel like I had to forgive him." Yeah, she's totally into him for more than his producing skills. I give her credit for rolling her eyes when she's saying she forgave him.