Sheila asks for a Margarita refill and then snaps me out of my 80's sitcom initiated trance.

"I know you're super smart and all, but your dad posseses evil in his veins, he's an evil genius, so you and I both know that there is a huge chance of him going against his words, I mean he locked you in the house just to get you to marry that Lucas Saul," "Shaul, Lucas Shaul," I correct her, "whatever his name is," she responds.

"My point is, the cunning fox will do anything to get you to do his bidding, tats how he became so rich in the first place isn't...