“Happy birthday, Jay.”
“Aw, man, thanks. Phil, this is so nice of you to–”
“Eight bucks.”
“–do, and…what now?”
“Cake is eight bucks a slice. Pony up, longhair.”
“But it’s my birthday.”
“I’m running a restaurant here, camerafucker. No free cake.”
“Okay. Eight bucks?”
“Mm-hm. And two more for the candle.”
“Two bucks for a candle?”
“It’s vegan.”
That is Phil’s Phamous Bleeding Cheesecake. Don’t worry – it’s not real blood, just raspberry jam. Mighty tastee!