Good. Because I'm richer than he is, Jeff. By like... a lot.

[And he knows that's what really matters. A threat is only really good for getting someone's attention, not holding it.

The fire burns itself away between his fingers and Jesse brushes what's left of the paper onto the leg of his jeans. He picks up his glass and the bottle, pouring himself another drink.]

Now it wasn't just you, right? Who else was watching Joel? I could use a name and address.