Filomeno uses a torch to toast several crèmes brûlée, the final desserts of the night.

They looked unto him, were lightened: and their faces were not ashamed.

I was drinkin' coffee / Smokin' weed on the jet / Probably wit' your wifey / In the back for pillow talk

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight / And I yelled to the cabbie ‘Yo homes smell ya later’ / I looked at my kingdom; I was finally there / To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air