Rodney calls

Peter was having difficulty shaking the mental image of his precious little princess serving as sexual plaything to his big bully of a boss, shaking his head and hoping to dislodge the abhorrent idea. But when he looked over, he could see Madeline had a far-away, dreamy expression. "So what did you boss say about me?" the teen asked, sounding flattered already.

"Well, he definitely called you hot," Peter advised, recalling that description of the photo before continuing. "And he told me that he used to get pretty blonde cheerleaders like you when he played football."

"Oh, he was a football player?" Madeline asked, interest piqued.

"I guess so, and quite the athlete from what he says," Peter reported. "I could see it, he's still big and strong."

"I guess that's what you meant by young blonde girls like me getting fucked, not dated, by black guys," Madeline observed, and Peter winced at the racist characterization.

"I'm sorry, Maddy, and if you want to date a black man you have my permission," he sighed, feeling defeated, but before she could reply he saw the bluetooth phone ringing. When he answered it, Rodney Dexler's disembodied voice filled the car.

"Hey, it's Rodney, you find your daughter?" Madeline perked up, excited to finally hear his voice.

"Uh, yes, Mr. Dexler, I'm here in the car with her right now," Peter replied.