So, let me get this straight.

You've been banned from every dungeon in New York City,

dragged all over social media, and to top it all off,

-you did an outcall... -Run!

...that somehow resulted in a police chase

you narrowly escaped.

Did I miss anything?

The stabbing?

Did you follow any of that?

Let's begin.

We're here to work again

and to make it right.

I'm really pleased with your progress.

Your minion, on the other hand...

-He's my best friend. -...he seems more interested

in making you laugh than in making you money.

I'd hate to see anything or anyone get in the way of that.

Do you not wanna do this with me anymore?

I'm taking this seriously.

You don't even wanna be a dom. You wanna be a comedian.

You wanna be a therapist.

It's doing the trick for me, mistress.

Don't call me that. You're my friend.

We've been friends for ten months.

-Do you love him? -I don't know if I can.

I'm still working on that for myself.

You are special to me, Pete.

I wanna come out to my dad.

Don't do it just for me.

I'm not. I'm doing it for us.

Hey, Rolph.

Don't... I'm not here. Keep talking.

Eat your food.

Coolio.

Master Carter, I'm done.

Don't go. We didn't get to the part with the cove and the sea lions.

I'll never forget your waddle.

I never realized how hot he was.