No, that was the new Seth Cohen. I'm back, Ryan. Cohen Classic, red, white, and me, come on.

And what, if Grandpa, like, he did have to go to some white-collar prison with tennis and TiVo, then...?

Caleb is going to be indicted. I don't know when.

-Oh, my God, the yard guy? -Yeah, I know.

What was I supposed to do, wait for you? You weren't coming back.

I wanted you to tell me the truth.

-Who's your favorite writer? -Bendis.

Well, hot damn, welcome to the club.

-I love that guy. -You're not the only one.

-You had me three months ago, and you left. -I want to make that up to you.

This has nothing to do with me. It is about you, and it is always about you.

-Put your hands behind your head. -Don't say anything. I'll follow you to the station.

Do you think I did the right thing-- cutting my hair?

I can't believe this about your grandfather. He's in big trouble.

Yeah, I know, with the creek and the no paddle.

Damn Oregonian barbers, man, making my head too small for my body.

-How do you work with this mirror? -Grandpa, front page, jail?

-I was in that photo. I got cut out, though, ...probably 'cause of my hairdo. -Sorry to see you're so upset.

-I'll survive. It'll grow out. -I'm talking about Caleb.Looks like someone was way off base.

Accusing you of making everything about you.