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- I've been seeing someone.
- Hey, y'all.

Here's what's been happening
on White Famous.

- I hope you were nice to him.
- Nice to him?

Why's it my job
to be nice to him?

Can you get my son
in private school?

- Which one?
- Broken Arrow.

I know half the board.
That's a phone call.

You got in. They just called!

- I got in?
- Yeah.

The admissions lady said

some bigwig called
and put in a good word.

Am I your first married lady?

- What now?
- You didn't know?

- Amy thinks the world of you.
- Amy?

- You've been cuckolded.
- Who is he?

I will have him hung, drawn,
and fucking quartered.

You were so funny in that movie,
by the way.

Thanks, man.

Yeah, almost too funny, really.

Foxx wasn't pleased.

♪ upbeat music ♪

Yo, just do it, man.

Man up. Make the fucking call.

Yo, what's the worst
that could happen?

I don't know, Balls.
Do I really want to be that guy?

Yo, why the fuck not, man?
Be that guy.

Being that guy is gonna get you
the answers to the questions

that's plaguing your black ass.

Maybe it's better not to know.

Give me the juice out there,
please.

Man, why you giving
this motherfucker

so much power over here?

'Cause he's the star
of the movie, that's why.

He's also a game show host.

And more importantly,

he's a fucking man,
just like you.

So what, he got a fucking Oscar
and a-a gold Bugatti

and he gets his hog polished
anytime he damn well pleases.

Who the fuck wants that shit
anyway?

Wouldn't be special anymore,

and getting your hog polished

is supposed to be special.

Okay, "hog polish" is not
in nigga dictionary.

Drop it, all right?

And I'ma make this call,

but just to shut you
the fuck up.

- Hello?
- Hey, Foxx.

What's going on, man?
It's Floyd Mooney.

- Who?
- Floyd Mooney.

You know, from the movie?

- Which movie?
- Molested.

Ah, shit, that was, like,
two movies ago already.

Hey, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, man.

- Is this Foxx or not?
- Nah, it's AJ.

AJ? Who the hell is AJ?

Foxx's executive assistant.

Oh, okay, well, is he around?

Yeah, but he's, uh, meditating.

Oh, word,
I know how that shit go.

Floyd Moo--

oh, Floyd Mooney.

- Wait, what that mean?
- Nothing.

It sure sounded
like something.

Yeah, I'll have Foxx
hit you back.

Thanks for calling, Floyd.

Hey, man, come on...

This nigga hung up on me.

- Hey.
- Uncle Balls!

Low-T.

How you doing?

- Hi--oh, my God.
- Oh, man.

- Daddy.
- Hey.

Wait, wait, wait.

What is this?

What? He looks adorable.

- Adorable?
- Yeah.

Yeah, if "adorable"

you mean he look like Urkel.

Is this the look
we shooting for?

- Yes.
- What?

- New school, new brand.
- Oh, boy.

Go over there
and play with your uncle.

- Okay.
- Why aren't you dressed yet?

What is this?

I am dressed. Look at this here.

You see my junk hanging out
or something like that?

I'm fully dressed
and ready to go.

Floyd, you know
this is not appropriate.

Well, you just told me
that it was a new family picnic,

and the word I clued in on
was "picnic,"

and I ain't never heard
of nobody

having to dress up for a picnic.

Okay, first of all,
the key word is "family,"

and you don't have to show up
looking like a thug,

'cause that's what you
look like right now.

- I don't look like no thug.
- We're walking.

- We're walking.
- We're--we're walking?

Hold up, now--
girl, you can't--

Got you.

You know, I want to make
a good impression.

He's so nervous.

Are you sure it's him that's
nervous and it's not just you?

Yeah, you're right.
I'm tossing my cookies.

I don't know why you let
those motherfuckers

have so much power over you.
They're just people.

Private school people can be
really judgey, Floyd.

Well, if you're nervous,

I know a good way
to blow off some steam.

Okay, one, two, three.
Eyes on me.

Eyes on me. Up here.

- On my face.
- They're on you, all right.

How are things going
with Idris Elbow?

Can you not pick a fight with me
right now, please?

I'm not picking anything
with you.

I just want to see
if you got sick

of that dumbass accent
that he got,

and has he met Trevor yet?

No. No, of course not.

I would never do that,
not unless I was sure

he was sticking around,
and I-I would totally

talk to you about it first.

- Great.
- Maybe at dinner sometime soon.

- What?
- Yeah.

You'd be cool with that, right?

Oh, you just snuck that up
on me.

I feel like you just
stuck a finger up my ass,

and I ain't even know it.

Okay.

My name is
Norma Gonsalves-Mestres,

and it is my absolute honor
and privilege

to welcome you all
to Broken Arrow.

This is a school where
cutting "edge-ucation"...

...and harmonious
inclusivity have come together

to create a bouillabaisse
of inspired intention

for your beautiful children.

speaking Spanish

You think if I threw
a noose up there,

it would support my weight?

Would you shut up
and listen for once?

Not every place we go to
has an open mic night.

Hey, I might have to pay for
the privilege of this bullshit,

but I damn sure don't have
to listen to it.

Shh.

Who the fuck are you?

speaking Spanish

Now let's go back in time.

Do you remember what it was like
to be your child's age?

Go ahead and travel back there
with me.

It's okay to close your eyes.

What was your favorite movie?

What kind of music did you like?

What were you good at?

What made you nervous?

What made you excited?

What made you scared?

How'd you feel
about your bodies?

Felt pretty good about my body.

- And yours.
- Stop it.

And now I want you all
to stand up

and for the next five minutes,

I want you to talk
to a perfect stranger

as your younger self.

Oh, hell no.
I got to go find the shitter.

No, no, no, no,
you're not doing that, Floyd.

- Oh, yes, I am.
- No.

I don't got to listen
to what this bitch says.

She ain't the boss of me.

You see, this bitch is
the boss of you,

and you're gonna do
what she says.

- Hello, hello, hello.
- Hello.

I'm very nervous
to approach you,

because you're so, uh,
beautiful and cool,

and, um, black.

And-and that makes me feel
very uncool.

Also, I-I'm not very comfortable
with my body,

because I'm, uh, chubby
and I have spots,

and, um, well,
nary a pubic hair,

a-and when I play with myself,
nothing comes out,

no matter how hard I try.

Uh... Sadie,
this is Peter and Amy.

Believe it or not,
Peter's the head of the network

- and Amy's my new agent.
- Oh.

Floyd, Floyd, we're meant
to stay in character.

Um, h-how do you feel
about your body?

Peter, please stop.
You're being so weird right now.

No, I'm sorry, Amy.

I-I'm just trying to show

a little school spirit,
all right?

You know,
cutting "edge-ucation."

Woot.

- You must be the famous Sadie.
- Famous, am I?

Oh, God, yes, Floyd speaks
incredibly highly of you.

You know, most women
go their whole lives

wanting to hear a man
talk about them

they way Floyd talks about you.

Sorry?

Well, that's-that's good
to hear.

- He's a good guy.
- He's a great guy.

- He's a great guy.
- He's great.

- He's talented.
- Yeah.

He's handsome. He's the--

he's the whole package.

All of it.

So what are you guys doing here?

Isn't this more of
a new family thing?

No, you're our buddy family.

Yes, all incoming families
have them.

We'll show you around the place
and answer

any questions
you might have.

Lean on us.

Yes, and Peter
is especially excited

because you guys are the first
diverse family he's brought in.

Yes, it's true.

It's a big day for me, so, uh,

don't let me down, homeys.

Okay. Yeah.

Oh, hello, hello.

- Hey.
- I'm Peter.

So what's the deal
with you and Amy?

What do you mean?

I mean, you're acting weird
around her.

I'm not acting weird.

She's weird.

They're both weird.

Bienvenidos.

Aloha.

Namaste.

What up?

Let me look at you two.
Wow.

This is the best part
of my job,

welcoming a wonderful new family
to the Broken Arrow community.

You know, Peter and Amy
speak the world of you two,

and Trevor is such a unique
and beautiful child.

Yes. Yes, we like to think so.

Yeah, I guess we'll keep him.

What do you mean?

Have there been
behavioral issues?

Oh, no, no, no.
He's joking.

- Yes. I'm joking.
- He kids around all the time.

Occupational hazard.

Oh, that's right.
Floyd, you're a comedian.

That's me.

That must be
quite a lucrative profession.

It has its ups and downs.

Oh, but no worries here.
We have got this covered.

Oh, I'm sure you do.
No doubts whatsoever.

And as a development family,

you'll have plenty of
opportunities to contribute

to Broken Arrow's future.

You, uh...

Yeah, the future thing,
that's cool,

but what's this
"developmental family"?

Like, what's that all about?

Like we a third world country
or something?

No, no. Quite the contrary.

Development families
are high-income families

that contribute
beyond their tuition

to send children from low-income
households to Broken Arrow.

Oh. Got it.

- Oh.
- I see.

Exactly how many
lower income children

are we talking about here?

Well, that depends
on your earnings, of course,

but I would imagine
that as a successful comedian

who's just filmed
a major motion picture

and booked a hot pilot

that you could make
a sizeable contribution

to Broken Arrow's community
and enrich the lives

of a number
of less-fortunate children.

Sounds like a Ponzi scheme
to me.

God dang.

Okay.
Yeah, you're joking again.

- No, I'm deadass.
- Joking.

Deadass joking.

Okay. It's a good one.

I'm not working my ass off
to send

a whole bunch
of little ghetto brats

and thots in training
to school, Sadie.

Can we talk about this later,
please?

Yeah, we can
talk about it later.

It ain't gonna change
a damn thing.

I'm not building these
motherfuckers a new wing.

Keep your voice down.

Be nice.

Okay.

Maybe I shouldn't have worn
the suit.

I'm hot and itchy,

and I feel like people
are judging me.

- No.
- Yes, they are judging you.

Up here looking like you selling
bean pies for the Nation.

- Okay.
- What the...

- Cool suit.
- Thanks.

- You're not like other boys.
- You got that right.

You're gonna have
a hard time here.

- What?
- Uh, okay--

- Be nice, sweetheart.
- What?

Sorry. No, why don't you go

show Trevor around the campus?

- Go play.
- Okay.

What are you sitting there for?

Let's go.

- Cute.
- So precious.

Oh, Lord.

- Um, darling, darling.
- What?

Moment of complete honesty?

Moment of complete honesty.

I-I think it's a little early

for the old, uh,
bye-bye-pain juice.

It's a picnic.

Yes, well, you know how you get.

I'd like to join you.

See? Sadie's my girl.

- Thank you, Sadie.
- Do you want red or white?

- Oh, you have both?
- Mm-hmm.

White. Wow.

What is this, uh, "moment
of complete honesty" shit?

Oh, it's a marvelous
couples therapy tool.

After that incident

at the dinner party
the other night...

Oh, God, yes. Apologies.

That was not our finest hour,
was it, darling?

Really, really wasn't.

We decided that we needed
a tune-up.

You guys ever do
couples therapy?

- Oh.
- Oh, no.

You know, therapy's
not really big

- in the black community, so...
- Really?

Well, you might still be
together.

I don't think so.

Really does give you the tools

to, uh, thrive and survive
as a couple

in the modern world,
doesn't it, darling?

It does.

Well, you two
are clearly crushing it.

Oh, that is so sweet. Thank you.

Oh, what is it
that you do, Sadie?

- I'm a-a singer.
- Oh.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, she's a beast.

I mean, voice of an angel.

So like my Amy.

Beast of an agent,
angel on my arm,

whore in the bedroom.

Okay, Peter,
moment of complete honesty.

Oh, yes, absolutely.
Moment of complete honesty.

You're being really weird
and Asperger-y,

and you're bugging the shit
out of me.

Understood.

I'm sorry.

- Anyway, I-I'm--I-I sing.
- Yeah.

I do backup--
backup sessions mostly.

Oh, well, then why don't I
show you the music room?

- Yes.
- Okay.

- Actually, it's named after us.
- Oh, wow.

So, Floyd, do you mind

if I spirit away your baby mama?

Well, I am not
my baby mama's keeper.

In fact, Amy,
why don't you, uh,

give Floyd one of your
patented tours?

She's brilliant at them.

She's like the docent
of the school.

- You'd love it.
- Oh, okay.

Okay. Right now?

Here I go. Okay.

- Just--got to go. Thank you.
- This way, Sadie.

- Be gentle with him.
- Always.

Hey, Floyd.

Hello, Amy.

Alone again at last.

What the fuck is up
with you two?

What do you mean?

That was the dinner party
from hell.

Mm. Yeah.

Well, out in the real world,

we make picture-perfect sense
as a Hollywood couple.

I mean, it's like we were

genetically bred
to be together, right?

But at home,
behind closed doors,

we're a fucking disaster.

I mean, we're a real mess.
We've got nothing in common.

We've got nothing to say
to each other.

What are we gonna do?
Are we gonna get divorced?

I mean, how fucking depressing
is that?

Besides, do you know
how complicated it is

to get divorced
when you're rich?

It is a pain in the ass, dude.

Oh! Come with me.

I want to show you something.

I don't bite.
Come on.

Don't be scared.

- Ah!
- You got it!

Where is it?
Something...

This is it.

Robotics lab.

Thanks to the crips,
we got ourselves

a nice, solid hum spot.

Listen, that night
was really fucking fun.

Trust me, I got it all
stored up here in my wank bank,

but that was before I knew
what was up,

and now we're here
at my kid's new school, and--

Did you just bite my nipple?

Doesn't that make it

just a teensy-weensy bit
more naughty?

You know what, you're crazy--
in a good way--

and you're nothing
if not smoking hot...

Mm--oh, Jesus. Oh, God.

- No, we-we--but-but--
- But what?

Go away!

I think we should get going.

- What?
- I need to use the bathroom.

Well, you don't have to be
so rude and entitled about it.

You still have to wait
for everybody else

to finish their business.

But I--but I have to--

These fucking kids.

Have you ever seen
such entitlement?

You need Jesus.

Well, now the spell's broken.

Place gives me blue balls.

Oh, I'm sorry, Amy,
there's been an incident.

Okay, yes,
I did make that kid cry,

but the sooner he learns
that being a gimp

doesn't make him "special,"
the better off he's gonna be.

No. No, Amy, there's been
an incident with our children.

Oh.

Mrs. Gonsalves-Mestres,

I am sure this is all just
a big misunderstanding.

Found these two kissing
under a tree.

They were going at it
pretty hot and heavy.

Did he take advantage
of you, Maddie?

No way.
This girl is thirsty.

Okay, let's get straight
to the truth, children,

because the quicker
we get to the truth,

the sooner we can launch
a successful repair.

Hold on, it gets better.

I also found this.

Oh, dear God.

These are my car keys.

He made me do it.

You are such a liar!

Straight to the truth, children.

He took me on a stealing spree,

and then he grabbed me
and kissed me.

I did not!

God, that sounds so romantic.

- What?
- Hmm?

She was the one
stealing all the stuff.

I tried to talk her out of it,
and then she told me

I was a pussy
if I didn't kiss her.

- Oh, that's nice.
- Oh, "pussy."

Hmm. Interesting.

Okay, can you give us a moment

to talk about this
amongst ourselves, children?

Break.

Well, um...

this is extremely disturbing,

at least for
my poor little girl.

Okay, my son isn't perfect,
all right, but he doesn't lie.

- And he does not steal.
- Nor does our daughter.

- Well...
- No, she doesn't lie, Amy.

Peter, remember that phase
she went through?

The thing with the PE teacher?

She said he was
looking at her weird,

and it made her feel creepy.

It turns out he just--
he had a lazy eye,

and we almost ruined
that guy's life.

Okay, cooler heads
shall prevail.

Let's just take some time.
Let's reevaluate.

I'm sorry,
reevaluate what, exactly?

Yeah, this isn't gonna change
anything with Trevor, right?

Well, honestly,
until the smoke clears,

we just don't know
what we're dealing with here.

Oh, come on.

You--to be quite honest,
I mean, I think

we may have been a little hasty

in putting in a good word.

I mean, we don't really know
Trevor,

and we might find
that this is not really

the ideal environment for him.

Okay, my son doesn't lie.

He doesn't steal,
and he for sure doesn't

- grab girls and kiss them.
- No way.

But maybe because he's black--

Oh, really?

You're gonna pull that card.

Okay, that is not
what this is about.

This is a colorblind
environment.

Are you sure about that?

'Cause I don't see a lot
of dark skin out in the yard.

You don't?
Well, I mean, listen.

That's why we're excited
to have you here,

because... you know...

Listen, as a POC myself--

POC?

Woman, ain't a damn thing POC
about you, okay?

You are whiter
than the state of Iowa

shoved up Martha Stewart's ass.

Well. See, this is, um,
why it's important

not to judge a book
by its cover, Floyd,

because I am Irish.

I am German.
I am Polish.

I am one-eighth
Native American...

There it is.

...and my husband is Hispanic.

- They've met him.
- So handsome.

- And a lovely, lovely hombre.
- Thank you.

So you're POC by injection.

Okay, look,
we are mainly concerned

about creating a safe school

for all of your youngsters.

Well, it seems to me
like you've already

made up your mind about this,

but if this fucked up situation

in any way affects
my son's admissions status,

I will sue your German, Polish,

Irish, Injun ass.

Well, actually,
if-if this situation

is not resolved
to our satisfaction,

any contributions
we make to this school

will dry up faster
than a menopausal nun.

All right, Peter, we-we may
need to accept the fact

that this all
could be Maddie's doing.

No, no, no, no.
Not-not my little angel.

She's getting to the age
where she's starting

to be interested in boys.

Maybe she saw something
she liked,

- and she went for it.
- Yeah.

Like mother, like daughter.

- Wait, what...
- Hmm?

...what does that mean?

Nothing.

Um... all right.

Moment of complete honesty, Amy?

Oh, Peter, I don't think this is
the time or the place.

Moment of complete honesty.

Is Floyd the man with whom
you cuckolded me?

Peter, I don't know
what you're doing right now.

We're having a meeting about--

Okay, moment
of complete honesty, Amy.

Is Floyd the big black stud
you used your hall pass on?

Moment of complete honesty,
Peter, shut the fuck up.

What are they talking about,
Floyd?

Who knows? Those two are
whacked out of their skulls.

Did you sleep with her?

- What? No.
- I knew it.

I knew there was something weird
going on, right?

- I could feel it.
- Okay.

- I'm always right.
- Hi, I'm still here.

- This is unbelievable.
- Still here.

Why don't we get back
to the issue at hand?

Do you mind?

Just do it.

The truth will set you free.

Okay.

I lied.

I tried to bully Trevor
into acting out with me,

but he wouldn't do it.

I did it all.

It felt good.
I like to act out.

Then I bullied him
into kissing me

using words
I've heard my mom say.

This also felt good.

I'm sorry not sorry, because
I had a lot of fun today.

- You're so brave.
- No, it's not a good thing.

I'm sorry, Trevor.
You're a good man.

And cute too.

Thanks for being honest, Maddie.

You're a dime piece yourself.

Yeah. Boo-yah.

And y'all better talk about
kicking her delinquent ass

out of school,
'cause my kid ain't do shit,

and you were talking
about revoking him,

and you know what?

I'm not donating a dollar

to your dumbass school,

and I want a serious discount
on tuition

to reflect our pain
and suffering.

Safe school, my ass.

Uh, moment of complete honesty?

I-I'm not entirely un-aroused
by this turn of events.

I knew that's where
you were gonna go with this.

Let's go.

- Special girl.
- Let's come sit.

- Come on, family cuddle.
- Come sit.

Outside. Now.

Let's go. Trevor.

- Au revoir, Floyd.
- Fuck you.

Okay.

Man, um, I'm sorry, guys.

- No, no, don't you say that.
- No.

You didn't do a damn thing
wrong, little ninja.

Yeah, we are so proud
of you, honey.

Thanks.

Except for maybe this suit,
though.

I still ain't digging
this whole thing.

Honey, why don't you go wait
in the car for us?

- Okay.
- Hey, hey.

Oh, right.

You know how
to open it, right?

Yeah.

What the fuck were you thinking?

What are you talking about?
I handled that shit.

You created that shit.

You slept with that crazy bitch,

and then you tried to lie to me
about it.

You don't need to know
everything about that.

Ain't like you tell me
everything

about your personal life.

I don't cause chaos
in my family, okay?

You're fucking with married
white women now?

Is that your thing?

I didn't know she was married,
Sadie!

- It was a stupid mistake.
- Oh, you didn't know?

But at least it's nice to be
fucking wanted for a change.

- Keep your voice--
- Oh, yeah.

- You think I care about them?
- Oh, poor baby.

The fuck you looking at,
Orlando Bloom?

Can you please--

you think it's all about you,
don't you?

Maybe you're just jealous,
all right?

I am not jealous.
That is bullshit.

Yeah, it's fine when
you want to move on,

but when I want to do it,
it's a problem.

I am not jealous;
I am pissed at you

for fucking with our kid's life.

I didn't know I was fucking with
my kid's life, Sadie!

Shit, who you think got him in
this school in the first place?

This whole situation
is very complicated,

which makes it hard to assign
any blame.

You can rationalize this
all you want to, Floyd.

The fact is, your kid is now
wrapped up in some weird shit

- of your making.
- Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

- I hope it was worth it.
- Yeah, it was worth it.

Fuck you.

Shit.

Everything's out
in the open now, man.

That's a good thing.

How you figure?

No more secrets, man.
No more lies.

Shit, tomorrow is a brand-new
fucking day.

Put your head down,
do the work,

get back to the business
of being fucking funny.

It's what you do best, man.

Hey.
How do I look?

Like a million fucking bucks.

You a dime piece, Balls.

You want to come with us?

We're going down to Koreatown

to try this place
that Jonathan Gold raved about.

Nah, man.

You know what,
you go and have some fun.

I don't want to be the third
wheel while you're trying

to get some stank
on your hang-low.

You know what you should do?

You should go down
to the J-Spot,

work this shit out onstage,
motherfucker.

Would that I could.

I got to go over
these fucking lines, man.

Teddy wants me off-book
by tomorrow.

Hey, you want me to cancel?

I'll stay home,

smoke a bowl, run lines?

Get from round here!

And go forth and smash
that little foodie ass.

You prick!

You fucking con!

Motherfucker!

Let me tell you something,
Peter, you fuck.

I am going to fuck you so deep,

so proper,
right up the fucking ass

that one of two things
is going to happen:

either your entire
fucking rectum

is gonna come out with me,

and the only way
to tuck it back in there

is to shove a fucking potato
up your ass

for the rest of your life!

Or every time you take a shit,

you are gonna piss out
a pint of blood,

and when you look down
at your bloody fucking stool,

you're gonna see my face
smiling.

Maybe all those things
are gonna happen!

This isn't over!

Not by a fucking long shot,
you fuck! Man.

- What the--shit.
- That felt good.

- Fuck that phone.
- What the fuck is going on?

They shut us down.

- They pulled the plug.
- Peter?

Yeah, that motherfucking network
prick suit

grinning fool motherfucker.

Never trust the Brits, Floyd.
They're still pissed at us.

Wait, s-so he can just do that?
So it's over?

No, it's not over.
It's never over.

I-I will resurrect this project

or I will exact my revenge
on that motherfucker.

Either way,
it's a win fucking win!

Maybe I shouldn't have shit
in his pool.

You know, maybe--
maybe that was too much.

It just--it felt so good.

Is that what he said?

No, it was all budget
and bullshit and business

and racial sensitivity
and optics.

Oh, and he doesn't think
that you are a star.

Sorry, man,
this is all my fault.

No, don't you say sorry.

That's how the terrorists win.

They want you to doubt yourself.

You're a fucking star, Floyd.

We are gonna ride this thing out
together,

or I'm gonna fucking
die trying, man.

That's the least I could do
for you signing up

- with me, man.
- Yeah, but it's--

Ooh, wait till you get
a load of these apples.

He thinks that Robbie,
that green-eyed bandit,

is the fucking star,

And Gwen, the fucking nanny--

he's putting 'em
into some interracial

Mad About You reboot
he's cooking up.

Motherfuck him
and fuck Ed Sheeran!

Fuck in him the ass!

Floyd, get out of here.

I got to get my dick sucked;
otherwise,

my heart's gonna explode.

You got to--

I got to get the poison out,
you know?

Otherwise it-it rots
on the inside.

You should do
the same thing too.

You're a good kid.
I'll be in touch.

...and you're gonna be fucked!

Come on, don't do this.
Don't--hey!

Watch where the fuck
you're going.

Malcolm, I was just about
to call you, man.

- What the fuck is going on?
- You tell me, Floyd.

- I think I just got fired.
- You too?

- I just got fired.
- What?

- Yeah. Amy fired my ass.
- Why?

I don't know,
she said something about

it wasn't working out
and things got awkward.

- Wait. Wait, wait.
- Fuck, she was cold.

- Wait, am I still her client?
- No.

But I'm allowed to take you
with me.

She's keeping Robbie. Fuck.

I can't believe
this is happening.

Yeah, well, not to rub salt

in an already gaping
gunshot wound,

but I just got off the phone
with Stu Beggs.

They cut your part
out of the movie.

What the actual fuck?

Yeah, man, when it rains,
it jizzes

all over our fucking faces,
but that's why we are

a couple of come-guzzling sluts,
am I right?

We chug it down.
We just...

Right?

Okay, okay, okay.
Bright side this shit, Malcolm.

Floyd, you are the greatest
comedic talent

of your generation,
and you have an agent

who is willing
to slay dragons for you

right here, right now,
at the drop of a dime.

I'm going to meet with Teddy,

and we're gonna strategize.

You don't worry.
I got your back.

Ride or die, homey.
Ride or fucking die.