All language subtitles for Ballers (2015) - S03E02 - Bull Rush (1080p BluRay x265 Kappa)

♪ Kane is in the building, nigga... ♪

♪ Now tell me how you love it,
you know you at the top ♪

♪ When only heaven's
right above it, we on ♪

♪ 'Cause we on ♪

♪ Who else is really trying
to fuck with Hollywood Cole? ♪

♪ I'm with Marley G, bro ♪

♪ Flying Hollygrove chicks
to my Hollywood shows ♪

♪ And I wanna tell you something
that you probably should know ♪

♪ This that "Slumdog
Millionaire" Bollywood flow ♪

♪ And, uh ♪

♪ My real friends
never hearing from me ♪

♪ Fake friends write the wrong
answers on the mirror for me ♪

♪ That's why I pick and
choose, I don't get shit confused ♪

♪ Don't like my women single,
I like my chicks in twos ♪

♪ And these days all the
girls is down to roll ♪

♪ I hit the strip club and all
them bitches find the pole ♪

♪ Plus, I been sippin', so this
shit is moving kinda slow ♪

♪ Just tell my girl to tell her
friend that it's time to go ♪

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Oh, shit!

- Ooh.
- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. I can't thank
y'all enough for this shit.

Need to slip my female
problems for a few days.

A getaway will do wonders.

And nothing says escape like Sin City.

Ain't gonna be no sinning for me.

- Too risky.
- Tell me about it.

I've knocked up my share of showgirls.

I'm sure even Spence has snapped one

past the goalie with a
cheerleader or two.

Well, you know,

it happens to the best of us, boys.

Well, we still need to see a show,

and I hear that Britney
Spears is a hot ticket.

All I'm hitting is a
first-class spa treatment,

followed by a meal fit for a king.

I'll get you into Momofuku.
Best Asian in town.

- Momo-what?
- Not before I hit that craps table, man.

'Cause you know I'm sick on those dice.

Not with my money, you not.

- Hold up.
- I gotta get to the office.

We're negotiating Travis
Scott's residency deal.

Ah, Travis is my boy. Make sure
you give him a dab for me.

- What's that?
- Never mind.

This is Sara. She'll
get you to your suite.

And good luck with the
Mayor Meg meeting.

Thank you for setting that up.
I'll call you later.

Oh, God, do I hate your fucking
guts for not bringing me.

Hey, listen, it's a
business trip. It's not a bachelor party.

Yeah, right, keep telling
yourself that one, pal.

Did you tell Anderson yet that God spoke

and told you to Moses a football
franchise to the Mojave?

His ass is still raw over
Hastings killing his casino idea.

He's still down, though.

Just don't turn this into
a five-day fuckfest, okay?

We got a lot of shit
popping off right now.

And not having you here
isn't gonna make it easy.

Joe, I have all the confidence
in the world in you.

Yeah. Oh, that's Virginia.

Go fuck yourself!

Hey, I'll be up in a minute.

- What's going on?
- Bossman is on the line

and been getting Spencer's
voicemail all morning.

Says it's an emergency.

- Yeah, put him through.
- Got it.

Strasmore?

No, it's his partner, Joe Krutel.

How's our favorite
Dallas Cowboys executive

this fine morning?

Have you seen Vernon Littelfield's

recent wardrobe choices on Instagram?

No. What, is he mixing
stripes and plaids again?

You clearly don't grasp the
gravity of the situation.

I suggest you talk to that young man.

Immediately.

Oh, motherfucker!

- Virginia!
- Yes?

Get Vern and Reg on the phone
for me right now, please.

Sizzle wants an appraisal on his boat.

And Kisan Teague has serious
issues with what's going on...

For the love of all
that's holy, Virginia,

get Vern and Reg on the phone right now.

- Joe, Kisan is...
- Has issues. I know.

The whole fucking world knows that
Kisan Teague has fucking issues.

But right now, Kisan Teague

can Kisan my pasty white ass.

Hey, Kee-san! How are you?

I was just about to call you.

Ah. Ahem. Everything cool?

Nah. It's Kah-san.

- What did I say?
- And I need a new fucking agent.

- Oh, yeah, easy.
- Yeah, but first,

you can start by dropping
them draws, though,

so my boy Cliff

can kiss on that "pasty white ass."

No, when I... whoa.

It's getting a little real, Cliff.
Blink.

The fucking agent, Joe!

- Come on, man, what the fuck?
- Get Jason on the phone, please?

God! I mean, she's new...

She's not working out.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Carter,

the Cousteau Suite is booked,

but the Presidential
Suite is even nicer.

Sir, does it have a giant aquarium

with iridescent fish?

Any man with 1,100 catches...

- Whoa!
- and a gold jacket deserves his fish.

1,101, Spence. It's
good to see you, man.

- It's good to see you, too, brother.
- Man, it's been a minute.

- Yeah, man.
- It has been a minute.

Don't melt down, big guy.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Wow. I haven't seen this one in...
- It's been quite some time.

Actually, Wayne put you
in the Cousteau Suite,

so why don't we just swap rooms?

- High-class problems?
- You don't mind, do you?

No, I don't mind at all. I look
more presidential than you, anyway.

Come on.

Well, that ain't
saying much these days.

- I'll catch up with you later.
- Let's do it.

All right, Cris.

Wow, it's nice to see

you're still making huge sacrifices

for the comfort and
well-being of others.

I have enough marine life down in Miami.

Yeah, how is Miami?

Sexy.

Miami is just beautiful.

- You know how it is. It's...
- Yeah.

Wow, so, here. You still work here, huh?

Yes. Yep, I... I do.

Yeah, you got a lot of stuff to do. Go.

Go work, and maybe we'll catch up later.

- I do know where to find you.
- Yeah.

- Yeah!
- T, hold up, bro.

Oh, man, don't kill my
motherfucking joy, man.

You know I don't gamble.

What do you call not wrapping your
joint before giving Amber a poke?

If you wanna shoot dice, that's fine,

but let's just be quiet about this.

I'm trying to keep this trip low-key.

Okay, man. Jesus!

Come on, fellas, set 'em up. Here we go.

- Yeah, ready?
- Welcome, gentlemen.

Give me some scratch, Rick?

Hold on.

- $500? That's light, man.
- That's all you get.

- That's all you get. All you get.
- It's Vegas.

$500.

Oh, there it is.

Oh, put it right there. Here we go.

- You really like this shit, huh?
- Grab two, man.

Make this a night to remember. Let's go.

See? This is why I don't fucking gamble.
You know what I'm saying?

Get your head
in the game, Greane.

We run this down one time, then we
delete it from our minds forever.

- Cool?
- Cool.

- All right.
- And we are now moving in a new direction.

And what direction is that?

Right there. That's
where you lost them.

You paused and looked away before
you answered the question.

- I was looking for the answer.
- Baby, you need to have the answer.

But I didn't have the answer.

Make them think that
you have the answer.

Look how you're sitting right now

with your shoulders all slumped.

And when you bulge your
eyes out like that,

although hilarious and adorable,

it does zilch for your cred.

So, what I'd do right?

Well, you didn't curse or cry,

so that's something to build on.

Baby, when I give my patients bad news,

I deliver it as directly and
dispassionately as I can.

I'm not cold or cruel, but
I don't sugarcoat it.

Charles...

you're dying.

I don't like this game.

You just deliver the
information, then you get out,

because chances are you're gonna
have to do it over and over again.

Yeah, see, but the problem is is I have
no clue as to why we fired our OC.

Doesn't matter.

Time to wipe the slate clean, Greane.

It's a new day for the Black Swan.

Wow.

Another great drive, Mayor.
That's three in a row.

50 years of practice pays off.

It's more than I can say for you.

Ah. You talking about my golf game

or the fact that I want to bring
a football team here to Vegas?

It's not easy convincing the taxpayers

and the stadium committee to
pay for something they see

as the most expensive
tourist trap on the planet.

Okay, well, let me try. All right?

I can alter the perception
of Vegas as Sin City,

and what happens in Vegas
doesn't need to stay here.

We made a fortune on that slogan.

- You want to change it?
- No. No, I don't want to change it.

I love the slogan, but I want
to give it greater context.

I need the league to
know that there's a lot

of good, hardworking
people here in Vegas.

- You know that.
- But you're not a local.

What makes you think
they're gonna trust you?

Look, I've been doing all of my
off-season training here for years.

Plus, who else are you gonna trust

to push football in
Vegas, Siegfried and Roy?

Listen, I really, really applaud

your aggressive play.

You're just like you were on the field.

But Councilman Sawyer just won't budge,

and he's very influential
with the committee.

But if by some miracle
you can convince him

to use public money to fund the stadium,

you have my support.

Take him to dinner tonight.

I'll make the introduction.

I love it! Thank you.

Give me some, Mayor.

And I'm gonna find a place
with air conditioning.

Fuck this.

Yo, J., how'd it go with Kisan?

- He's a no-show.
- What?

Motherfucker! He said
he needed an agent.

He was dying to meet you.
He must've got held up.

Yeah, well, I don't like being tested.

I don't like waiting,
especially for a running back.

So I'm ghost. You solve
that shit for Vern?

Yeah, I'm on my way right now.

All right, well, pick
up the pace, Joe-Joe.

I mean, if those pictures
start to get reposted,

Vern's in deep shit.

Fuck!

Hey, yo, my man.

You lost?

Uh, no.

I'm waiting for my friend, Kisan Teague.

- You know him?
- No, no.

I'm from Palm Beach, brother.

- Okay.
- Hey, can I borrow $5?

We low on gas and I, uh...

I forgot my wallet at home.

Yeah, uh...

here's $40.

It's all I got, so fill her up.

Oh, man, thanks. Hey, yo, yo, yo.

- Can I borrow that phone?
- Come on, man.

The phone's my life. My entire
business depends on it,

so, no, you can't borrow my phone.

It's gonna be the phone

or it's gonna be something else.

You're fucking with me, right?

Like, this is Kisan just trying to put
my feet to the fire or something?

I told you, don't know no Kisan.

Look.

It's 500 bucks.

No phone. It's final offer.

Have a nice day, bitch! Let's roll.

My friend, you're caught
in a fucking shitshow.

Yeah, I need to figure out
who's directing that shitshow.

No, we have to figure
out who's loyal to you.

Huh. Well...

I guess the easy answer is Siefert.

I mean, he did bring me
back for that last season.

Then again, he also
unceremoniously cut me.

Then again, he hired you to
ride his hip in front office.

Yeah, and I got to admit,

I think I loved his job as
much as playing the game.

Buddy, you still are playing the game.

It just feels better on your
body on Mondays, doesn't it?

Hey, you're in a different
type of trench now...

front office politics.

Can't just assume that it
was Siefert who cut you.

He could've been covering for somebody.

Just saying. Maybe Berg.

Berg shot it straight with
me ever since he got there.

Look, man, my thing is I've
already seen one coach get fired.

I don't want to see it
happen to him, too.

Buddy, until you guys beat the Patriots,

nobody in that building is safe.

Not the head coach, not the GM, not you.

Fuck, your parking lot
attendant's not safe.

Listen, the walls in
that building have ears.

Maybe not as big as
those, but they got ears.

It's my job to listen to those walls.

Okay? I got that covered.
You just watch your back.

- Got me? You got it.
- Thanks, Glaze.

Dallas is freaking out about you
guys promoting a weed company.

High Powered is a cannabis company.

Potato, potato.

What the fuck is this?

A big-ass sack of "potahtoes."

Uh-huh. All right.

- Mother of God.
- Exactly.

200K to wear a damn T-shirt and hat.

You and Spence didn't get Vern

one single endorsement deal, so I did.

Well, I got news for you, Reg.

Vern's not a quarterback.

- And he's not JJ or Suh.
- Yet.

And even if he were,

Mickey D's isn't handing
out endorsement deals

to a DT tied to a weed company.

Man, I told your ass it's cannabis.

Nobody gives a fuck about
the semantics, Reg!

Cannabis makes weed,
weed makes people high.

That makes the team and the league

very fucking nervous.

It's hypocritical as hell, I know,

but that's the way it is.

So, please, let us get
you into something

a little less polarizing, huh?

I got a new client with a
cutting-edge virtual reality company.

We're more down with real reality.

Now, do your fucking job and
put this through the wash.

- What do you think, RJ?
- You know what I'm thinking.

Take the odds behind the line...

- For 40 dimes.
- 40 dimes.

I'd put a mil on the come-up,

let it fly like a real nigga.

Man, listen to the pro. Don't
listen to no Joe, man.

I told you about that Joe shit.
Watch your fucking mouth.

I can relate to that, though.
You know what I'm saying?

- Ricky, relate to this.
- Bam!

I gotta go with RJ.
In RJ we trust, baby.

What's up? Blow on them, baby.

- Here we go.
- Let's get it.

Tuition paid!

Yeah!

That's how you do it!

Playing already?

- Aw, man, our boy on fire.
- He's actually playing?

Yeah. He up, like, half a mil.

He keeps this up, you
ain't got to pay him back

the $5 mil you owe him.

Hey, man, come get in this bitch.

Okay, let's do this.

- All right, here we go.
- What you got?

$2,000 on the field of dreams.

Yeah, bitch!

That's how I feel.
This is your getaway.

- This is your getaway. My lucky charm.
- All right.

- Come on, Ricky J., a little blessing.
- I got you.

- Here we go, here we go.
- Hold your breath.

Sexy motherfucker up in this.

- Yes.
- Hey, run that back, bruh.

- Here we go, here we go.
- Black.

A sexy and smart motherfucker
takes his money and run.

- All right, I'm out. Deuces.
- That ain't sexy, man!

- Man, get out of here. Go.
- That is not sexy.

Of all the casinos in all the world,

you walk into this one.

Well, it's not like it's my first time.

It's your first time in over five years.

You know, I figured you'd
be running Viacom by now.

Well, it's hard to leave when
Wayne keeps promoting me.

- You guys working on something?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna bring pro
football here to Vegas.

You and everyone else.

Okay, well, everyone else doesn't
have Mayor Rosen's support.

Wow, you're working fast.

Just like our first date.

That was the best 97
seconds of your life.

Ugh. So, if I hadn't
caught you in check-in,

were you gonna look me up or
were you gonna try and duck me?

When you were down in Miami

breaking new ground on Wayne's hotel,

did you try and look me up?

I sure as hell didn't.

Ah.

Why not?

You better make it a quickie,

'cause my girls are waiting for me.

Well, you better call and
ask for forgiveness,

'cause you're about to be late as fuck.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

I've got five years of
fantasies about you

I'm about ready to roll out.

Then what the fuck are you waiting for?

Your girls can wait, by the way.

Don't even put me on the clock.

Yo, best agent in Miami.

- What's up, boy?
- I want my money back.

What the fuck are you talking about?

You know, with your
shitty gangbanger image,

you need me a lot more than I need you,

so you remember that next time you make

someone wait in the park for an hour

and then send your homeboys
up there to rob him.

What, you got robbed?

Yeah. Don't play dumb.

- Hey, watch your mouth.
- Yeah.

Have some brussels sprouts.
They're delicious.

Come on, man, look. I couldn't make
that meet 'cause my niece got sick.

Okay? Honest to God, I had to
go pick her up from school.

What the guy look like?
You get a look at him?

I... I know better than
to eyeball a stickup man.

He was in a green Cutlass, Kisan.

Let's take a ride, huh?

Come on, man, fuck the
brussels sprouts. Damn!

Wow, beautiful.

Yeah, well, you can
call it that, I guess.

Shit, Bob, I didn't
even think to ask you.

Do you even like Asian fusion?

Oh, is that what they call this stuff?
"Asian fusion"?

Yeah...

Cut that bird! Hey, what the
hell do you think we are?

A bunch of Neanderthals around here?

I fucking love this place.

All right. Well, you know what? Cheers.

- All right.
- Cheers to keeping an open mind

and the promise of the public interest.

Now... now hold on just a second.

You expect me to believe
that you wanna bring

a team here for the public interest?

- Is that so hard?
- Well, now, son, people around here

don't want their tax dollars
going to cover half a stadium

so some rich assholes
can get even richer.

Yeah, but think about all the
jobs that it's gonna create.

But at what cost? It might even take
money away from other programs.

But, Bob, it's also gonna
create a lot of opportunities.

It's gonna make people
stay here till Monday

and not try and fly out early
Sunday morning like everybody does.

Yeah, if they're sober enough to
catch their flights, that is.

I gotta tell you something,
Bob, I'm surprised

you're opposed to this, man.

You must be a soccer guy.

Arsenal. That's my guess.

Nah, we just like to stack our odds

a little bit in our favor,
if you know what I mean.

But then again, you probably
don't know what I mean,

because after all, you are a tourist.

I'll show you a fucking tourist.

- Listen, listen.
- Hell, yeah! What? What?

We're there. Don't give this back.
Do not give this stack back.

The fuck you talking about?
Trav, what you think?

Time to walk.

Man, yo, you know me. I ain't
even check out all these chips!

- Don't listen to that nigga.
- We wide outs, man.

We ain't afraid to go across the middle.

- That's what I'm saying.
- Listen to RJ, man.

Let's take this shit and go to
Sapphire's and blow it the right way.

The plan worked. Don't deviate.

- Don't deviate!
- Deviate.

Who wants to see me push all
these motherfucking chips in?

That's what I'm talking about!

Oh, my God. Dice, please.
I'm pushing them in.

There we go, baby. What's up? What's up?
Blow on them, baby.

- Here we go.
- All right.

Championship, championship,
championship.

- Come on, Trav, what we got, baby?
- More winning.

- Straight up!
- Come on!

- Fuck!
- Damn, man!

- Fuck. Fuck.
- Catch you next time, Rick.

- Where you going, RJ?
- Fuck.

Hey, man, that ain't on me, bro.

RJ, you gonna leave... Trav.

I wanna sign for another mil.

- Rick. Rick!
- Sign for another mill.

- Just chill out.
- Come on!

I need more chips, Jimmy.

- A million dollars?
- Now, please.

Now, please.

That's Max-D, "Monster Jam" fans.

Give it up!

- Hey.
- Hey.

Thank you for these passes, baby.
I appreciate it.

You know, your girls are clutch.

Yeah, well, don't expect
them to blow this guy.

I mean, Kelly's got daddy issues,

but it'd be wrong to
take advantage of that.

- Completely.
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

- He thinks I'm full of shit.
- Yeah?

- Was he wrong about that?
- Absolutely.

I bring football to these fans,

it's gonna mean the world to them.

And I'm gonna make it happen.

That's the car, right?

- Come on.
- There he go.

Oh, K. Teague! You back
in Smog City, baby?

What it do, homie?

- All good, baby.
- All right, all right.

I got a friend I want
you to meet, though.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yo, Jason.

Get your ass over here, nigga.

Oh, who this, your accountant?

No, man, this might be
my new agent right here.

- Okay.
- Jason, meet Leonard.

- Hi, Leonard.
- What's up, man?

I forgot. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Y'all two met each other already.

- Somewhere. Where was it?
- Oh, yeah, Palm Beach.

Palm Beach! You remember that shit?

Palm Beach, that's right.

Give the man back his roll.

Give him his shit. Give
him his money, come on.

Come on.

I ain't know he was with you, KT.

- That's bullshit.
- Yo, man.

That's cool, that's cool.

This is short $40. The gas money.

- Dude, that was a gift.
- Right.

Okay, look here.

Give the man back the fucking cheese

or me and the boys are gonna go

Giancarlo Stanton on your Cutlass.

A'ight? It's up to you. Make a decision.

- Like that, man?
- Like that.

And this time you're gonna
hand it to him like a man.

Can you do that?

All right, brother.

- Here you go.
- Man!

- Oh, wow.
- No, no, no.

- Don't worry about it.
- He has butter fingers.

- That wasn't on me.
- Don't worry about it.

- You got it?
- He got his money.

- Don't worry about it, my man. Right?
- All right. All right.

Have a nice drive back
to Palm Beach, bitch.

- Oh, I'm a bitch?
- You my man, Leonard.

Man, what the fuck, man?

- KT, come on.
- Fuck that piece of shit.

Ah, there it is. Now,
how about this, girls?

Turn around, put your hands around him.

I need you to hold him, now.

There it is.

Move your hand slightly to the left.

We wanna make sure we got a
nice, clear shot of the logo.

There we go.

Annie Leibovitz ain't
got shit on you, Reg.

Come on, talk to me, somebody.

Ladies, y'all wanna come in for
some milk and cookies after this?

Only if they're chocolate chip.

I don't fuck with oatmeal.

Excuse me, ladies.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

What up, Chuck?

What's going on, Vernon?

- Good to see you.
- Yeah, you, too, dawg.

- Ladies.
- Hey.

I like the sled, Joey. You going green?

- No, no, you're going green.
- Uh-huh, 'cause that's your new sled.

Courtesy of my friends down
at Tropical Chevrolet,

who, Mr. Vernon Littelfield,

defensive tackle star
of the Dallas Cowboys,

will be endorsing on
TV later this month.

For real?

Yeah, all you gotta do is
drop the cannabis thing,

sign on the dotted line,

that car and a quarter mil is yours.

A quarter mil.

- They're paying 250?
- In cash.

- Cash.
- Let's see the contract.

Um, the ink's not dry, you know.

- How about the cash?
- Yeah.

We should have that by the
end of business tomorrow.

Yeah, or the day after
that at the very latest.

Chuck, didn't you used to
work at a car dealership?

Yeah.

You motherfuckers just
bought this shit off a lot.

- How dare you accuse us of lying.
- Wow.

- That's what it feels like.
- I had to pull some major strings

to get this deal done.

You were a fucking salesman, Charles,

not the goddamn CEO.

- Oh, wow.
- I was a manager.

Look, y'all, the ride is tight

and we all about helping Mother Nature,

but we believe in High Powered.

Yeah, because you're fucking stoned

if you don't walk away from that shit.

Hey, Vernon, on the real,

the word is out all around the league.

They're telling us to keep our
guys away from that green, bruh.

Man, High Powered ain't about blazing.

These cannabinoids they're making,

they're the real deal.

CBD's made Vern's Achilles
rehab five times faster

and helped him come back
stronger than ever.

- Like a beast.
- Oh, my God.

Seriously, you're gonna stand here

and you're gonna look us in the
eyes and with a straight face,

say that this isn't
about getting stoned?

It's absolutely not about getting lit.

God damn it.

Hmm.

Uh, though me and Nate still
do partake in that aspect.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

This authentic enough for you, Bob?

Well, it's getting there.

Okay, I'll take that.

It's an honor to have one of our
favorite sons in the crowd tonight.

Give a warm welcome home
to former LV resident

and future Hall of Fame
linebacker, Spencer Strasmore!

Thank you.

Get down here and
check out the trucks, buddy.

I'm coming down.

Excuse me for a second, Bob.

The emcee is an old poker pal of mine.

- You guys have fun.
- We will.

- Could you, um...?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, hey, his name's Craig, by the way.

- And you can thank me later tonight.
- You're the best.

My man. All right.

It's good to have you back in town.

It is great to be back here.

Las Vegas, my home away from home.

What do you say, Vegas?

Hey, I want a big shout-out
to the upper deck...

my girl, Chloe, and my man,

that's Councilman Big Bob Sawyer.

Big Bob, yeah!

One and only, baby. Ain't that right?

What you got lined up next?

Craig, I got a lot of things
lined up here in Vegas,

but the one thing I wanna do
first is I wanna get inside

one of these monster trucks.

Oh, hell, yeah! I wanna
see that, Spence!

I just don't
wanna drive any truck,

I wanna drive the 11-time
world champion, Max-D.

Yeah!

What do you think about that, Las Vegas?

- This ain't you, Rick.
- What the hell is me, T.?

People got no idea what's
going on in my head,

just the way I like it.

This is crazy, man.

It's already been laid.

Ain't no backing out now.
Give me some luck.

- Luck.
- I can't, man. You on your own.

You on your own with this one.

Fuck, dude.

Are you sure you've done this before?

Yeah. Come on, Grave Digger, 2012.

I was the one behind that wheel.

- I know what I'm doing.
- Okay.

- Keep it around 10 mph.
- All right.

When you hit the lip,
you'll get a great jump

and the fans will go crazy.

- Yeah.
- Don't be a hero.

This ain't my first barbecue, Tom.

Here he goes, "Monster Jam" fans.

Let's go, Spence!

He can drive that truck.

Yeah!

- Come on, Spence.
- Come on, get it. Come on, son!

He's moving.

Come on, nice and easy.

No extinguisher. We're all right.

Be careful. Pull him out.

He's okay, everyone.

I knew he was gonna be okay. I knew it.

That was pretty hairy, Spence.

What are you gonna do for an encore?

Well, what do you think
about this, Craig?

I'm gonna bring a
professional football team

here to the great fans of Las Vegas!

Yeah!

One more time, Las Vegas.

- Let's hear it for Spencer Strasmore!
- Whoo!

He's definitely growing on me.

Yeah, he's growing on me, too.