All language subtitles for Ballers (2015) - S03E04 - Ride and Die (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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- How about now?
- No, still too dark.

I can barely see you.

I know, I'm trying to
keep it mysterious.

Okay, so I can roll around in lingerie,

but I don't get to see you jerk it?

- All right.
- Well, listen, first of all, baby,

you're gonna ruin the whole romantic
thing that's happening now,

and, believe me, the
last thing you wanna do

is see me in all my shame.

Do not be ashamed, okay?

I am so proud of you.

What you are doing is proactive.

- Okay.
- Checking to see if you can reproduce

even when you have no
intention of doing so

anytime in the near future,
that shows maturity.

Yeah, listen, honey, I gotta tell you,

I really appreciate the support.
It means a lot to me.

Uh, but what would also mean
a lot to me is if you take

your perfectly round, beautiful
ass and hike it in the air.

Like this?

Just like that.

Damn, don't move.

Um, did you just take a screen grab?

No! Why would I take a
screen grab of you?

I got the real thing. Come on.

Okay. Don't get lube
all over your phone.

Hike your ass up, please?

God damn. Sexy, yes.

Just a little bit more. Arch your back.

Fuck.

Damn! Tom and Gisele floating on
a 300-footer in Saint-Tropez.

Man, that's a long-ass
way from that raft

we used to float on at Jim
McMahon's aboveground pool.

Where you see that?

Where I see everything... 'Gram.

You follow Tom Brady?

Just so I don't look like a
creep following his wife.

Plus, he only posts pictures of him
practicing and wearing them ugly-ass Uggs.

Wait, I can't believe they let
your old ass on the 'Gram, Dennis.

Motherfucker, there's no age
limit looking at fine-ass women.

Is this you with all the Pam Grier pics?

That's my Woman Crush
Wednesday every day.

Because she ain't no Ashley Graham.

And I hate to break it to you,

but she ain't looking like this anymore.

Hey, careful, boy. That's my girl.

And FYI, she's still
fine as fuck, all right?

- Fine...
- As fuck!

Look at Tommy. This is what I'm saying.

"Practicing with my boys,
Edelman, Gronk, and Amendola."

- God.
- And when was that?

Yesterday.

What? Get the fuck out of here.

Oh, shit, I'll get that.

These motherfuckers
practicing without me.

Come on, Ricky, they in Boston, man.

Well, shit, Edelman lives in LA

and Gronk lives here in Miami.

Last time I checked,
Amendola was in Botswana.

Yet, they get the call and I
get the proverbial stiff arm?

- Yeah, yeah, you're right.
- That's bullshit.

You're right, you're right.

Fuck Brady.

Fuck him. I'ma unfollow his
ass any motherfucking way.

You know what? I'ma set
up a practice of my own.

Just fucking go to... hey, T!

- Yeah?
- Grab me a group together.

And not that busted-ass quarterback
from last time, all right?

Who, JaMarcus? He used
to play for the Raiders.

- Who the roses from?
- Amber.

Damn, those are nice.

Must be her apology for
yesterday's behavior.

Nigga, you sent these to
Amber to apologize to her.

She just sent them back.

- I did?
- Yeah, you had me do it.

Wait, you don't remember this?

Oh, yeah.

It's still nice, though.
What kind of red is this?

Rose red? I don't...

"Are you an enemy of the league?"
What does that even mean?

Well, it's a threat, Joe.

I mean, it's really fucking subtle,

but it's still a threat.

Well, they can't do shit to us.

Actually, they could
ass-fuck us multiple ways,

starting with our registration.

- No, they couldn't.
- They can and they will.

- Well, that would suck.
- Yep.

They could also take away that ASM box

we have at the Dolphins' game, too.

- Oh, I love that box.
- Yeah, so do I.

It's also a matter of credibility.

The league can go after that, too.

Let me tell you something, for two guys
who didn't start off with a lot of that,

we don't have shit to spare.

What's their fucking
problem with you anyway?

It's an old boys' club, Joe, all right?

I ain't old enough, I
ain't white enough,

and I sure as fuck ain't clean
enough, and neither are you.

What about the Raiders? Are they a lock?

Nothing's a lock.

Tim Brown said that he was
gonna back channel for us,

but we both know that
words without actions,

that doesn't amount to shit.

Is my hungover brain
playing a trick on me

or is the legendary
maverick Spencer Strasmore

second-guessing himself?

It's called pragmatism, Joe.

Oh, yeah, you pragmatic?

Oh, that's a new one.

Virginia, he just called
himself pragmatic.

I am, and let me tell you something,

it's not a me thing;
it's a we thing, okay?

I need you to know you go in on this,

shit could get pretty steep.

Why are you such a masochist, man, huh?

We got a great business going here.

I'll give you two billion reasons why.

No. No, no, no. That's not you.

That's the way I would do it, sure,

but you've never been
just about the bucks.

Okay, how about paying
back Ricky and Vernon?

Good, honorable. I like that one.

Usually, that would stick,
but I don't believe you.

How about this one? Fuck
the powers that be.

Huh, there he is. Vintage
Spencer Strasmore.

I'm all about good over evil, Joe.

Mm-hmm, but just so I know
in this particular scenario,

- are we the good or are we the evil?
- We're always the good.

Against the evil empire,
we are always the good.

Yeah, and who are they to
say we can't carve out

our slice of the American dream, huh?

I'm a capitalist. I don't
kowtow to threats.

Fuck the evil empire.

They can't stop me from retiring at 40.

Uh, you're past 40, Joe.

That's why they can't stop me.

Joe Krutel.

For a little guy, you've
got some big balls.

Hey, good to hear from you again.

How's the family vacay going?

None of your business.

What is your business is Vernon.

And apparently, you didn't take
care of business very well.

- I'm sorry, come again?
- I didn't come a first time.

You said you had Vernon under control.

Do you know he converted
his endorsement money

into ownership in a grow house?
Ownership?

That's something I know
something about, Joe.

Uh, I have no idea why they
think that would be okay.

It's totally unacceptable.

I appreciate your concurrence, Joe.

Tell your client I'm cutting him.

Boys, knock it off!

Hey.

I'm gonna share something with you

and I hope you will be
as supportive of me

as I've been of you this morning.

Kisan Teague has the kind of talent

that can take our offense over the top

and finally turn the negativity around.

- I'm listening.
- Yeah, but you're not looking at me.

That's 'cause I don't wanna see
your silly grin while you pitch.

Now, continue.

Look, Teague has breakaway
speed to spare and durability.

Now, that is one lethal combination.

Lethal?

That is an interesting choice of words

when describing Kisan Teague.

Let me ask you this.

Do you think he's a good person?

A good person?

I believe he can be.

Besides, who are we to judge?
We all sin.

I'll answer for you, Charles.

He can be a good person,
but he chooses not to be.

How's Kisan any different than
dealing with Sutton or Jared?

We don't need any more
distractions, Charles.

- We need a title.
- And Teague can help us get there, sir.

- I really believe that.
- The answer is no, Charles.

But it was a very impassioned pitch,

so je vous remercie.

Means "thank you" in French.

Jason Antolotti on one.

Good morning, Jason.

I'm here with Charles Greane.

Larry, Chuck, let's talk Teague.

- Way ahead of you, J. Been trying to...
- Go on, Jason.

Look, you guys need a division title

and my man will deliver
like Amazon, all right?

He's got breakaway speed,
durability out the ass.

He will finally put your
offense over the top.

I think you might be right.

- Can I see him work out?
- Absolutely.

I'm gonna coordinate
that with you, Charles.

- Thank you, Larry.
- Don't mention it.

Sorry, babe, we gotta
stick a pin in brunch.

Fuck me and not feed me? Fuck you.
We'll eat quick.

Come on, I want stone crabs.

I don't get it.

Jason just said the same thing I did.

He said it better, Charles. Be grateful.

You may not have got it
the way you wanted it,

but you got it nonetheless.

Now go coordinate.

I spent 250,000

on American Pharoah's
supersonic splooge.

You better deliver me
the next Secretariat

or you'll be shoveling the most
colossal mountain of horse shit

you've ever seen, okay?

Giddy up.

Hey, I'm seeing you at
the stable in 30, right?

Yeah, listen, Wayne, I just have
to push that back by a few, okay?

Hey, Reggie, put Vernon
on the phone, please?

- How few is a few?
- Just a few hours.

- I just gotta put out a fire for a client.
- Can we talk about that later?

- This is more important.
- I thought you were gonna tell me

it was something important,
like a testicular cancer scare.

No, not that important, but still
nonetheless, it's important.

More important than bringing
your team to Vegas?

I only stuck around for
this lunch, Spencer.

I'm heading back to LV today.

Jet is washed and the
Joe's Stones are on ice.

Vern, what's up? Wish I had better news.

Wayne, yeah, I understand.

I get it, it's only a onetime pass.

- Yeah, it happened again.
- It's not gonna happen again.

Yeah, he's more than a
little upset, Vernon.

- Wayne, hold on one second.
- He's cutting you.

Cutting me or cut me?
What tense did he use?

What the fuck does it matter
what tense he used, Vernon?

- Jesus Christ. Come on.
- You didn't listen.

What the fuck are we gonna do, Joe?

Me and Spencer are heading there now.

We are gonna beg for mercy.

You are gonna fucking divest yourself

of the entire weed business
ASAP, you hear me?

First off, calm the fuck down
when you talk to us, man.

We ain't done nothing that wasn't in
accordance with Colorado state law.

Reggie, please stop talking.

Hey, yo, man, the NFL
ain't the motherfucking

Constitution of the United
States of America, Joe.

No, it's more fucking important,
Reggie, you fucking moron!

Jesus. Calm down. Reggie,
listen, it's Spencer.

Vernon is getting out of
the fucking weed business,

- you hear me?
- No, fuck you.

Shut the fuck up! You hear me,
Reggie, you motherfucker?!

You're out of the fucking weed business.

- Fuck him!
- Whoa, what the fuck?

What?

God damn it. Listen, I'm sorry.

- I thought it was my phone, okay?
- It wasn't.

- Okay, calm yourself. This is Wayne.
- Oh.

Hey, buddy, still there?

Bomb fuse has been lit,
Spencer, and the timer started.

You got two hours.

- Fuck me!
- Yeah, fuck you!

You owe me a new fucking phone.

I got your phone. I'll buy you a phone.

Okay.

Oh, there's Ms. Bossman.

Wow.

WAGs for the guys in the
front office, too, huh?

Dallas does it right.

- Spencer.
- Hey, Tanya.

You look beautiful as always.

- What are you doing here?
- Well, I heard a couple of my friends

were vacationing in my neck of the
woods, I thought I'd come by.

Yeah, and I grew up nearby.
Might pop into my mom.

Tanya, my business partner, Joe Krutel.

- Hi, Joe.
- Hi.

Boys are getting big.

Ah, yeah. Henry is already 6'1"
and he's only in middle school.

They grow 'em big like that in Texas.

When are you gonna make some?

It's such a shame to
waste those genetics.

Yeah, I am working on it.

Tanya, where is, uh...
where is your husband?

- You just missed him.
- Where'd he go?

Over there, massage.

Something really got under
his skin this morning.

Said he needed extra pressure.

Huh, wonder what that could be.

Yeah. Yeah, I mean, what could
possibly make you upset

in a paradise like this, right?

He could find a way, trust me.

But stick around. He
shouldn't be that long.

Besides, seeing you will
make him feel better.

Ah, well, I doubt that.

- You got that whole lease thing.
- Right, right, right.

Welcome, Kisan. I'm Charles Greane,
assistant general manager.

- Great to have you.
- Indeed. Appreciate it.

What up, man? You ready
to make us look good?

Yeah, man, better than you already look.

- And you a handsome man.
- My dude.

Hey, hey, hey.

You dandelions gonna run some drills

or you gonna stand there circle jerking?

Man, I was born to run, Coach.
You know that.

My man make you say Bo looks slow.

Why are we still talking?

You should be running.
Lace them the fuck up.

Come on, I'll show you the locker room.

Let's go.

Right.

- The man is clowning, right?
- No joke.

Come on, fellas, swivel heads, now.

- Swivel heads, let's go!
- Come on, guys. Catch the ball!

Third and goal. Third and goal!

Throw it! Throw it! I'm open!

What the... Amber, where are you going?

It don't matter where I'm going.

What's important is that
you won't be there.

You think I'm gonna just let
you leave with my baby?

It ain't your choice. I
don't need your permission.

- Shit.
- I especially don't need your money.

Can you move? And you know what?

I damn sure don't need
them damn flowers,

so you can send those back to
one of your other randoms.

You can't do this. I got rights.

- I could do something about this shit.
- Boy, please.

The only rights that are important

are a woman's right to choose,

and I choose a life without you.

Come on, Amber, that's cold, now.

- You wanna know what's cold? - What?

- The truth.
- Well, what's the truth?

Truth is you old as dirt
for a wide receiver.

I mean, maybe you have a couple
of seasons left at best,

but after that, who are you, hmm?

Just some lonely-ass, busted ex-football
player with a couple of bucks.

- Well, you wanna know the truth I see?
- Yeah.

Yeah, what truth you see?

Tell me. Hmm?

- I ain't even gonna say it.
- Yeah, 'cause you're chicken shit.

Look, 'cause I'm a
gentleman, that's why.

'Cause you have nothing on me

other than I was stupid enough
to sleep with your sorry ass.

You really going for it today, huh?
Well done.

I'm just keeping it real, Rick,
just like you taught me.

So, if you don't mind, I
have some packing to do.

Oh, you know what?

Can you put this on the truck
for me on your way out?

Thank you.

Uh...

Hey, I'm gonna have the tuna tartare,

and can you have 'em
throw a fried egg on it?

Okay, fuck me, huh?

Two hours late for the biggest
meeting of our lives.

We got Bossman in the cabana
getting his balls rubbed,

and you're out here asking
for the fucking tartare?

You know the surgeon general
just said that stress

is more dangerous than smoking?

Maybe you should think about that.

We miss Wayne, we're fucked.

Oh, there he is. It's
about fucking time.

Look at him saunter.

God, that must have
been some release, huh?

Oh, all right here we go.

Long way from home, Dorothys.

I'm gonna need you to
reconsider cutting Vernon.

I've been spending far too much time

and getting far too little
in returns, Spencer.

I know I said this before, but
this time, it's guaranteed.

Vernon's out of the weed business.

Nothing like getting a
guarantee for the second time.

Ah, no, that first time was a promise.

This is a guarantee.
Totally different thing.

Bossman, come on, he's a good kid.

Hell, I know he is. I'm
actually quite fond of him.

Do you gentlemen have any
idea how difficult it is

to operate the greatest brand in sports?

You own the New England Patriots, too?

I'm totally kidding. No, we don't.

People are always looking for
new ways to knock us down.

Yeah, I can relate to that one.

Hmm, some would say you
have it coming, though.

Word is you've been sniffing in the
tall weeds with a short snout.

I'm not quite too sure
what that even means.

Me either. I've never
heard that one, no.

Spencer, if you don't wanna
admit what you're doing,

maybe you shouldn't be doing
it in the first place.

Bossman, I'm not afraid
to talk about anything.

I just thought that that kind of
transparency between you and I

would put you in an awkward
position with the league.

Let me worry about what position I'm in.

Fine, it's true.

I'm guilty of sniffing
in the tall weeds.

With a short snout.

I wanna bring a team to Vegas.

Reaching for the brass ring, huh?

Well, admittedly, it's a little
outside of my expertise, but, yes.

I always knew you had
big balls, Spencer,

but I didn't know your judgment
was this questionable.

How do you figure?

The league's just approved you

and you're already biting its hand?

Didn't even call for approval?

That's just plain wrong.

The upside's worth it.

I suppose we'll see.

The way I see it,

there's only one way to
take a team to Vegas,

and that's big, even by Texas standards.

That's the only way we do it.

Big takes vision, Spencer.
Do you have a vision?

I do.

But even if I didn't,
Wayne Hastings does.

- Wayne Hastings, huh?
- Yeah.

Well, that boy there's
a proven visionary.

He's like the me of Vegas.

- Oh, you're more handsome.
- I could use your support

and definitely your wisdom to
get this whole thing done.

Yeah, approval comes through Texas.

Everybody knows that.

And how far in is Wayne?

Balls deep, spearheading
the whole thing.

- Well, I like that.
- Yeah, we do, too.

Now, uh, can we please get
back to this Vernon situation?

Hmm, let me go put
some clothes on first.

- He wants to put clothes on.
- A robe counts as clothes.

Here we go, Rick. You got him.

- Go!
- You got him.

Come on, he gained too much space.
Look at that route.

- What the hell was that?
- One, two, three, throw.

He got it. He's nervous, man.
You're Ricky Jerret.

Off the line, got him. Do it!

Oh, my God. Damn!

Bam! He done, he done.

There it is. There it is.

- What the fuck?
- Come on!

Down, set, go!

There it is, right there.

Put it on, quarterback!

Aw, shit! Man, chase his ass. Chase him.

- Get him! What are you smiling for?
- Dude, run!

Y'all take five. Good play. Take five.

- Come here.
- Where the hell are you throwing?

Sorry, Rick.

You know what a skinny post is?

Why the fuck are you throwing
it so high, man, and behind me?

Man, we don't even call
plays at my school.

School? What you... you in...
what school you go to?

- Miami-Dade High.
- You in high school?

- Get the fuck out of here.
- Really?

I'ma really kick your ass
if you don't get to step...

get out of here.

T, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

We got Amendola, Gronk, and
Edelman working with Brady.

You got me out here with Matthew
Stafford's little brother.

That's all I can get
on such short notice.

- What do you want me to do?
- Collect them cones

and pay little Stafford his beer money.

I'm taking a motherfucking Uber home.

I hate you right now.

You embarrassed me out there.

Your ass ain't getting paid.

Down, set, go.

Whoo!

4.30. Your boy can still run.

Would I waste your time if he couldn't?

- Wow.
- What's the verdict?

- I want him.
- Oh, yeah.

Hey, Mr. Siefert.

- Mr. Siefert?
- Mr. Siefert's your problem now.

Fucking deal with it.

Man, don't sweat it, Chuck.

That's just Larry negotiating.

He...

God damn. How much longer?

Oh, fuck, according to Waze, an hour.

Fucking hour? It's a quarter of a mile.

Dude, welcome to Miami construction.

Should we call Wayne and tell
him we're gonna be late?

No. Fuck, no. Not a fucking chance.

Well, what about Vern?

We should call him, right?
Give him the good news?

No, fuck that. Let that
motherfucker sweat it out

like I'm fucking sweating it out.

Fuck! Let's go!

- Should we be doing this, Spence?
- Doing what?

This, fucking any of
this, poking the bear.

I mean, look at all the stress
it's causing both of us.

- Are you stressed?
- Am I?

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

My psoriasis, I can feel
it fucking festering.

It moves around the body, you know.

I can feel it closing in
on my nuts right now.

And after that conversation
with the Bossman?

I don't know, I'm starting
to think maybe we are

on the evil side of things here.

Maybe you're just not emotionally
cut out for this, Joe.

Yeah, maybe. And clearly,
you're not either.

I ever tell you the story about my dad?

What, your real dad
or your adoptive dad?

Asshole, my adoptive dad is my real dad.

Okay, okay, good.

I didn't wanna hear a story about you
searching for your biological father.

- Shut the fuck up, Joe.
- Done.

Please continue.

My dad Carl was a loving man, tough man.

- Like you.
- Much more loving, much tougher.

He worked in the, uh... in the
mills in Bethlehem, all right?

Provided a decent living.
He took care of us.

Supported us. Nothing lavish.

Right.

So, one day, he gets a call
into the big boss's office.

First time he's met him in 30 years.

So, what did the boss say?

Nothing.

Nothing?

What the fuck kind of story is this?

You see, it's not about
what the boss said;

it's what he didn't say, Joe.

He didn't say anything
interesting at all.

Huh.

So, after 30 years, my
dad finally had a chance

to sit across from the man
who was running everything.

And you know what he saw?

What?

Nothing.

Nothing special.

My dad realized in that moment

he could have been that guy
sitting behind that desk.

But he realized it too late.

We're all just a bunch of guys, Joe.

Some of us believe that
we could do anything.

And some of us believe we can't.

So, when you ask me why I wanna do this,

my answer is because I
know what guy I wanna be.

What about you?

I definitely don't wanna be the guy

that just lets the clock
run out, you know.

I definitely do not wanna be
the guy who just sits there

while time fucking stands still.

I wanna be the guy.

- The fucking guy?
- Yeah!

Yeah, the fucking guy.

Then let's get the fuck out of here.

Holy shit.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Hey, Mr. Siefert.

Hey, Mr. Siefert, you gonna call Jason?

No, you are, Charles.
This was all your idea.

- Well, what should I tell him?
- I thought my lack of words said it all.

- But Kisan was great.
- Don't care. I don't want him.

- Why the hell not?
- 'Cause I don't trust him, that's why.

And you don't need to know what I'm
gonna do, Charles, till after I do it.

So, you don't trust Kisan,
you don't trust Berg,

and you don't trust me, for that matter.

All the same now, Charles,

but I'm talking about the player.

This ain't all about you. When
are you gonna realize that?

Man, this is fucked.

You're gonna put politics
over performance?

You're gonna stand here and let your ego

keep us from getting a
player of Kisan's caliber?

- Do you know what subtext is, Charles?
- Yes, sir.

Good, then go fuck yourself.

And that is about you.

T!

T, where are you at?

T!

- Yo, what's up?
- Yo, where are you at, man?

- I'm at the house.
- Then why didn't you answer me?

I just did! What's wrong with you?

Man, where the gefilte fish at?

It's in the fridge.

That shit's perishable once it's open.

They ain't in the fridge, man.

Hold on, man, I know I put
that shit in the fridge

'cause don't nobody want
no hot-ass gefilte fish.

Just like I said, right
behind the peanut butter.

Ain't no peanut butter in
here, man, just yogurt.

- Where the fuck are you, Ricky?
- Where you think I am, man?

I'm in the motherfucking kitchen, bro.

I'm in the kitchen. I
don't see your ass.

Hey, man. Oh, God!

Yo, TTD, call the cops.

There's a weird white kid in our house.

What house are you in, Rick?

- Ricky?
- Uh...

- Ricky?
- Oh, shit.

- Ricky.
- I know who you are, asshole.

- You're not gonna get away with this.
- TTD, call Spencer.

Wayne, Wayne!

Wayne!

Well, look what the
breeze finally blew in.

Better late than never, though, right?

Better never late is more like it.

I believe you two know each other.

- Sure do. Hey, Spence.
- Hey, Chloe.

This is my partner, Joe.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you, too.

We'll be just a second, sir.

Wayne, look, just one drink,
that's all I'm asking.

You showed me everything I
needed to see, Spencer.

You're a good guy.

But if you can't make a lunch,
how are you gonna move a team

or build a stadium on schedule?

Now, if you'll excuse me,

we have a plane to catch.

You fly private, though, right?

Yeah. I mean, the plane
leaves when you do.

Is that what you know
from experience, Joe?

It's something I've learned from my
grotesquely irresponsible client roster.

Wayne, just one drink.

You're gonna wanna
hear what I gotta say.

What do you think?

I'm actually curious.

She's curious.

Tell me what it is you think

I'm gonna wanna hear, Spencer.

I just met with the Cowboys.

- Underlings?
- Bossman.

I was with him all day. That's
why I couldn't make the lunch.

- And?
- And are you available to meet with him?

He's ready to support our efforts.

Wayne, this is a meeting you
are really going to enjoy.

The only one on this
Earth who he admires

just as much as himself
is Wayne Hastings, Jr.

Junior.

Huh.

Get the bags out of the car.

- Yeah.
- What?

Huh.

Well, I'll... I'll
just go tell the hotel

to get whatever douchebag
they put in your suite...

okay, you can go do it, then.

Always use another night in Miami.

Yes, we could.

Fuck.