"Hey, the fucking salad crap is good for you." Jim points a finger at Brian to emphasize his point. "And I know you're a lousy date, so don't think I'm taking you out to any five-star restaurant."

Even after the cuff falls away, Street keeps his hand wrapped around Gamble's wrist and locks eyes with him. "Don't make me regret this." It's not just a warning, though; it's a request as well.