In an interrogation room, a detective gets nowhere asking the suspect Andre where he was last night, so he threatens to send in his partner, explaining that the man isn't a bad cop so much as a total douche. The partner swaggers in wearing a pink polo, aviators and frosted hair, defends his casually offensive remarks with flimsy claims of having diverse friends, keeps pushing beers on Andre, chugs one himself and shouts out his fraternity. When Andre asks for a lawyer, the detective answers with more cringe-worthy ethnic jokes, then launches into a rambling story about his crew crashing a wedding in Santa Barbara. Finally he badgers Andre with one question over and over about whether he likes to party, until Andre breaks and confesses to being the supplier just to make him go away, and the douche cop celebrates.
