Newt lifts his head back up and glares because if he didn't know any better, he'd think that Chuck finds this funny. Which it is not. At all. "Dude, I am in like, dire straits. And wow, with your advice, so mindblowing." He knows he's not being fair but whatever, man, he's in distress. He puts his head in his hands and groans. "Yeah, man, I know how to cook, it's a thing. Not like I had the chance in the 'Dome, right, but I can pull some shit together when I need to."

And here's the light bulb. "You have to take me shopping. I mean, I know neither of us are like, red carpet fashionista kings but I swear, I will just go to the pants and shirt store and pick the exact same thing I'm already wearing, I need somebody to slap me on the wrist and tell me no."