Gilfoyle: What the fuck is going on with you?
Jared: Hm? Can you be more specific?
Gilfoyle: You're hiding something.
Jared: [laughs uncomfortably] What? No, I'm not. Everything's, you know, everything's fine.
Gilfoyle: That's a lie. I can tell because you subscribe to traditional Judeo-Christian mores of right and wrong. You're made uncomfortable by untruth. My commitment to LaVeyan Satanism grants me certain freedoms. There is no good and evil. There is only self. Would you like a beverage?
Jared: Yes. I would.
Gilfoyle: Lie. You just want me to go to the bar and leave you alone.
Jared: [starts choking on food] Oh... you... you crack me up.
Gilfoyle: Lie. I terrify you. As I should.