At the Manuel Vacation Resort, a beautiful Cuban lady was busy arranging the massage bed, preparing for the upcoming SPA massage, while her guest was making a disgruntled phone call with a look of displeasure on his face.
"You're lying, Jason! You can't make that much money, can you? You're just jealous that you didn't come up with the genius idea of feeding laxatives to pigeons, so you lie," Tommy said, clutching the phone in his hotel room and challenging Jason, who was far away in the remote little town of Sacramento, California.
"Come on, just admit you're lying! You couldn't make over seven hundred bucks unless you took a side job acting in a little film to make a quick buck."
