Bij de stripclub

Dad? What are you doing here? Me? I'm making money, duh! Yeah, I know you sent me money, but

you really think I can survive in college without pocket change? Come on, you know your dad. I mean,

I have very expensive taste. But we're talking about you here. So you ordered a private dance

with someone who looks like me, really? I didn't know he fancied it this way.

You know, we can still do it. You didn't raise me to be a whore,