It's this, formal suits, or the stuff they sell at the Tommy Bahama. This is comfortable enough for camping out like this. Wouldn't want to get marshmallow on a dinner jacket.

[There's a bit of a self-mocking tone like he absolutely realizes how much of a ponce he comes off as. See, here's the thing. Johnny was born into a family of privilege, but left them as a young man over...irreconcilable differences...and had to build up everything he has from the ground up. He knows hard work, he knows struggle.

But he's made it now, owns a nice champagne lounge and gets to wear fancy suits on a daily basis.]