"I slobber all over my wife even when I'm not shitfaced," Newt says cheerfully, "she totally loves it."

The elevator doors close, and Newt leans back against the wall as they start to descend. He wrinkles his nose at the question about jail and shrugs his shoulder.

"I mean, it technically wasn't here here but I've also been in jail here here and it was pretty much the same. Boring, kinda quiet, nobody as awesome as me there to keep me entertained. No smelly cellmates, though, which I guess was nice. Actually, dude was pretty goddamn hot, and he knew you. This you, I mean. Phil? Philip? One of those. He looks like my friend's kind of ex, actually, except without a lumberjack beard."