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Victoria: Chelsea. Chelsea: Hmm?

Victoria: Snipquit has 400,000 new users this month.

Chelsea: I know, right? Bitches be crazy.

Victoria: That's amazing. Chelsea: Yeah.

Victoria: I did not see this thing doing this well.

Chelsea: Snipquit is an app I created

that's doing really well.

You upload a photo of yourself, choose a set of bangs,

then it notifies three of your friends

so they can talk about what a disaster your new face is.

Victoria: Are these checks? Chelsea: Yes.

Oh, my God, please do something.

They just keep sending them.

I cannot handle all this,

like, paper money in my face.

[ Money counter riffles, dings ]

Victoria: There's $107,000 here.

Chelsea: Did you just Rain Man all these checks?

Victoria: Yeah, I mean, just -- It's a rough count.

Chelsea: That's weird and terrifying.

Victoria: Look, you have to deposit these, okay?

Chelsea: No. Never. I don't go into banks.

Banks are for poor people and people in castes.

Victoria: Okay, well, that doesn't make any sense.

Banks are not for poor people.

You need money to go into a bank.

Chelsea: I went into a bank once as a kid,

and it scarred me for life.

A man had a bag of that dirty metal money

that jingles when you shake it.

Victoria: This is a real business, all right?

Chelsea: I really can't -- Look, they're everywhere.

Victoria: Was this hard to do?

Chelsea: Hard to do what? Make an app?

Victoria: Yeah.

Chelsea: No, any idiot could do it.

I could develop apps in my sleep,

while I'm driving, sexting --

once at a funeral.

Victoria: How do you do it?

Chelsea: You just, like, find a guy who writes code.

You have a great idea, and then you market the shit out of it.

Like, what's so hard about it?

Baxter: Uhh... Victoria: [ Gasps ]

Chelsea: Ohh.

Chelsea: Oh, damn.

Baxter: Snipquit told me bangs wouldn't be a good look on me,

and I didn't listen.

I'm ready to listen now.

??

Glenn: I'm on my way to meet a new client

at one of my listings in Malibu.

That's right. Glenn is doing this over here

and then this over here.

These are moneybags.

I'm getting commission on both ends.

Just Mac: You seen my latest video?

Glenn: Yes.

Just Mac: Yeah? "Put That Mac on the Cheese"?

Yeah. You know the dance from it?

Glenn: Uh, a little bit.

Just Mac: Yeah, that's right. ? Put the mac on the cheese ?

? Put the mac on the cheese ?

Glenn: He's famous rapper Just Mac.

I'm a huge fan.

I learned to mime at theater sports.

I rode the bench a lot, but I picked up a few things.

These are things.

Just Mac: Hey, what's your name again?

Glenn: Uh, Glenn.

Just Mac: Nah, I don't like that.

You're Dionte now.

Listen, Dionte, sell me on this motherfucker, all right?

Come on, give it to me good.

I feel like you holding back right now.

To be honest, I'm thinking about going somewhere else.

Glenn: That's great intuition. I was holding back.

I will. This is a hot motherfucker.

You have a hot -- Just Mac: Stop.

I want you to tell it to me in rhyme.

Glenn: Oh, I'm not a rapper.

Just Mac: That's cool. That's cool, baby.

Listen, we gonna -- we gonna whet the whistle

before we fuck, okay?

Glenn: [ Babbling ]

Just Mac: Yeah, okay, okay.

? Uhh, I'm Mac ?

? I'm a-a big, old baller and ?

? Surprise, motherfucker, I'm a little lactose intolerant ?

? 'Cause it's Just Mac, Just Mac, no cheese ?

? No mac, no cheese, No mac, no cheese Just mac ?

? No cheese, all right, Dionte ?

? Get on the beat now ?

Glenn: [ Grunting and babbling ]

Just Mac: Sounds like you hyperventilating,

like you just ran a marathon.

Glenn: Oh, no, see, I'm trying to do,

like, Boyz II Men meets Mystical.

Just Mac is young, rich, and famous.

I know he's looking for a poon lagoon.

Amir taught me that.

Just Mac: You solid? 'Cause I fuck hard.

Glenn: Yes. Just Mac: I fuck hard, dude.

I don't want to be falling three stories.

you know what I'm saying? Glenn: No, you could --

Just Mac: These ceilings are high as fuck.

I might die.

Glenn: You're not going to die here.

Just Mac: That's right, 'cause Just Mac ain't

never gonna die, motherfucker!

I need a good house, motherfucker!

Marigold: Oh. Did you call for your mother?

Just Mac: Uh, yes. Yeah, hey, Mom. How's it going?

Marigold: Good. Mackenzie, that is just beautiful in there.

Just Mac: How nice is this place?

Marigold: Oh, it's gorgeous.

Just Mac: Gosh, it's like the windows are so transparent.

It's like looking through ghosts.

Marigold: Mm! Yes. Just Mac: The Holy Ghost.

Marigold: Yes, the Holy Ghost.

Just Mac: The Holy Ghost. Man.

Marigold: Tight. Just Mac: Yeah?

I feel like this is the kind of place

I can really see a future for myself, you know?

Marigold: Yes, well, that room back there --

that would be good for the grandchildren.

Just Mac: Oh, it would be.

Glenn: Children?

I thought he wanted filthy sex, not start-a-family sex.

Just Mac: Do you want to check out the --

the other room over there, Mom?

Marigold: Oh, of course. Just Mac: Great.

Marigold: You know what, I think this is the one.

Just Mac: Okay. Marigold: Mm! Ooh!

You know how to treat your mama right.

Just Mac: That's right. Ah.

Glenn: Your mother is a wonderful woman.

Just Mac: Don't fucking touch me, Wonderbread motherfucker!

Forget everything you just fucking saw.

I will fucking plug your ass into the Matrix, motherfucker.

You ain't ever seen nothing.

Hey, Mom?

Marigold: Yes, baby?

You all right?

Just Mac: Yes, I am so good.

Just wanted to see what you were cooking up over here.

Glenn: He's like Jekyll and Hyde,

but his mom's the potion.

But who am I to judge?

I'm a mama's boy, too.

I wonder if Just Mac also breastfed until he was 9.

I'll ask.

??

Amir: I'm showing a Beverly Hills estate

to one of my idols -- real-estate developer Uri Lurie.

Uri is a legend. When he was 26,

he bought a preserved wetland, revoked its status,

killed all the birds, and built a nightclub.

He called it -- wait for it -- The Wetlands.

Uri: We just tore down a special-ed school in Burbank,

and we're turning it into 320 condo developments,

so, pretty exciting stuff.

Amir: Oh, man. That's awesome.

I have a serious admiration boner for this guy right now.

What do you think? Uri: Yeah, I mean...

Amir: It's a beautiful place.

Uri: [ Inhales ] It smells like a Walgreens.

Amir: You're gonna turn this into a Walgreens?

Uri: Absolutely, but one of the new ones

where no one works there. It's just machinery.

Amir: Oh, I love that move.

Uri: Those are exciting. You know what I mean?

Because I am so sick of talking to people.

Amir: Yeah, yeah. I'm with you.

And, uh, I've tried to steal things from them,

and then you can't.

Uri: What are you stealing?

Like, uh, toothpaste or...?

Amir: It's kind of the challenge.

Dental floss is what I stole.

Uri: Hmm. All right, so,

I'm gonna knock this down tomorrow morning.

Is that all right? Amir: Oh.

Tomorrow morning? Uh...

Uri: Oh, is that? I can do it tonight if you want.

Amir: This is a delicate situation.

I've got to keep Uri happy, and hopefully this is

the beginning of a great working relationship.

And I've got to keep my client happy

and get him the maximum price.

These are dicks.

Uri: $4.5 million.

Amir: Okay, he's telling me that his final --

Uri: Zzzz. $6 million.

Amir: $6.5 million. Uri: 6 1/2.

Amir: $6 million and...

Uri: No, $17 million. And that's...

Amir: Okay, Schlomo, offer is sevent--

Uri: Just underneath 18 --

Amir: Which is not the final -- Uri: I can do 18.5.

Amir: 18.5. That's what it is.

Uri: Ah! 21. Amir: 21. 21.

Uri: Don't even try it.

Amir: ...is the offer.

Do you want to just stay on the phone, Schlomo?

I think this might just keep going up.

No. Uri: It's not going to.

Amir: It's not going up. So, the final answer offer is...

Uri: 24. Amir: ...24.

Schlomo is right.

Schlomo is right. Just stay on the phone.

24... Uri: That's it.

Amir: ...is what it is,

which I think is way under value,

but, Schlomo, it's up to you if you want to take it.

Uri: 28.

Amir: 28 is what we have right now.

Uri: 32. Amir: He's not a fan of --

32 he's a little bit more of a fan of.

He's saying triple high is 37.

Uri: 37. I thought it was 36.

Amir: 36. Uri: Triple high -- 36.

Amir: He says, "Fuck high." Uri: 36.3.

Amir: 36.3.

Done. Uri: That was fun.

Amir: Yeah. Okay, Shabbat shalom, shalom.

Uri: Schlomo, it's me.

Let's do 37.

Amir: Ooh! Yah! Everybody cums!

Ha ha! I mean wins.

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Chelsea: Snipquit's a hit. They all know it.

The brokers have been pitching me their ideas

nonstop all day long.

I love being in charge!

Amir: Okay, my app is called You're a Perfect Man.

Chelsea: Okay. Amir: It's a dating app

just for women, like Bumble.

The difference being that all the women

are set up with one man -- me.

Chelsea: Do the women know they're being set up with you?

Amir: No.

Chelsea: See, we can't trick them.

Can't trick women. Amir: Yes, we can.

I've done it a lot. Chelsea: No.

Amir: Yeah, no, you can totally trick women.

Andrew: You can call a car to come pick you up.

Now, these cars aren't normal taxis.

These are people just looking to make a few bucks.

Chelsea: Like Uber. Andrew: This isn't Uber.

This is called Pickups. This is different.

Chelsea: How is it different? Andrew: We would use little --

To signify that we're different,

we would use little pink mustaches

on the front of our -- Chelsea: That's Lyft.

Andrew: That's what?

Chelsea: Lyft?

Next one. Give me another one.

Andrew: You're in --

You're in a bar. Chelsea: Okay.

Andrew: You hear some music come on.

You're like, "This is really catchy.

I don't know what it is." Chelsea: It's Shazam.

You're about to describe Shazam.

Andrew: Hold on. Chelsea: It's Shazam.

Andrew: I don't know what Shazam is, but I guarantee I'm not.

This is different. Chelsea: You guarantee?

Andrew: 100% guarantee. Chelsea: Okay.

What's it called?

Andrew: The app? Chelsea: Yeah.

Andrew: Uh, the app would be called Cadabra,

Chelsea: No. Andrew: As in "abra-cadabra."

But without the "abra." Chelsea: Next one.

Give me another one. Make this a real --

Make this a thing you came up with.

Andrew: This is called Snipquit.

This is an app where you would take a picture of yourself.

Chelsea: Get out. Go.

Victoria: Exes and Hos.

It's a tracking device

that helps you find your exes

and the new tramps they're dating.

Chelsea: Like parents tracking their -- their kids?

Like that? Victoria: I don't know.

I don't have kids, but I do have a lot of exes,

and they are dating a lot of hos that I want to hurt.

Chelsea: Right, yeah, okay. Victoria, this is --

I feel like all of your app ideas are coming from, like,

a needing-men place. Victoria: What?!

Chelsea: And I don't think you need that.

I think you can get rid of it.

Victoria: Of course I don't need that. I've got another one.

Chelsea: Great. Victoria: Snap. Chelsea: Yeah.

Victoria: Tells me to go to a particular restaurant.

I meet someone there, a gentleman.

Chelsea: Why -- Victoria: He comes back to my place,

and we engage in some fun times.

Chelsea: You're an escort. Victoria: No. No.

Chelsea: This is another -- This is a prostitution app.

Victoria: I'm not gonna pay them for sex.

Chelsea: No, they pay you. Victoria: Yes, I love that.

I knew she'd get it.

Chelsea: Victoria doesn't need an app coach.

She needs a therapist.

A ther-app-ist.

Damn, these are great ideas!

Baxter: It's called Is That Noodles?

It is an app.

You take a photo of something... Chelsea: Right.

Baxter: ...and it tells you if it's noodles or not.

Chelsea: No. Baxter: And it is never wrong.

Okay?

Chelsea: Mm.

Baxter: This alien cactus... Chelsea: Mm-hmm.

Baxter: ...I ate thinking it was noodles.

Chelsea: Ouch.

Baxter: Oh, no.

Chelsea: A dog? You ate a dog?

Baxter: My Nana's dog Sadie --

I didn't eat the whole thing, but I did bite it.

Chelsea: Okay. Baxter: He's fine.

Full pi�ata.

No stuffing.

A bunch of cardboard.

Chelsea: Not even any candy.

Baxter: No candy inside.

Chelsea: Dark day.

[ Gasps ]

Baxter: That's noodles.

Chelsea: Did you eat those noodles?

Baxter: I did not. Chelsea: Ohh.

Baxter: I didn't that day.

Um, but if I would have had it, I would have known.

Chelsea: Your insides must be destroyed.

Baxter: Yeah.

Chelsea: This app could save your life.

Baxter: This app is honestly

gonna keep me out of the doctor's office.

Chelsea: I haven't heard one good idea all day.

I think it's time for Chelsea to get her hands dirty

and help them with their ideas,

and take a 40% cut, of course.

??

Glenn: I'm having a tough time showing this listing

to Just Mac. When it's just the two of us,

he's a rapper looking for a party house.

But when his mother's there,

he's an angel looking for a place to raise a family.

Just Mac: How come it's only got four drawers?

Glenn: Um... Just Mac: Let me show you

what I want to put in these drawers, all right?

Glenn: Okay. Just Mac: Drawer one -- condoms.

Glenn: Okay. Just Mac: Drawer two --

spermicidal lubricant. Glenn: Okay.

Just Mac: Drawer three -- Plan "B."

I'm safe, but accidents happen.

Glenn: Sure. Just Mac: Number four --

Uh, Icy Hot because her muscles gonna get sore.

And I got all kinds of other things.

Marigold: This is wonderful.

Just Mac: It is -- It's not bad.

It's not bad at all. Marigold: I'm loving it.

Glenn: Yeah, please, please, uh, check out the shower...

Marigold: I will.

Glenn: ...which opens on both sides.

There are four shower heads inside.

Marigold: Oh!

Glenn: It's hard keeping up with them.

Am I selling to a mama's boy or a motherfucker?

Just Mac: I need a swing -- a place for my sex swing.

I need a place for gag balls.

I like some freaky shit from time to time.

Marigold: Yoo-hoo!

Just Mac: What do you think of the shower?

Marigold: It was amazing.

Just Mac: Yeah? Marigold: Yeah,

it's really nice. Just Mac: Great.

Marigold: This is a lovely place.

Glenn: Isn't it lovely? Please. Uh, yeah.

Feel free to, you know, poke around

and, uh... Marigold: Just beautiful. Wow.

Just Mac: What's up with this tub, huh?

How many chicks do you think I can fuck in this tub?

Glenn: Uh...

Just Mac: I'm saying maybe two to three max, you know?

But my normal Saturday night is seven to nine.

Glenn: No, you could fit seven.

You could fit a full orgy in this.

Just Mac: Get on top of me.

I want to see what it would be like.

It's not weird. It's just an experiment, man.

What, you weird about science? Glenn: No, I'm not.

Just Mac: This is just science, dude.

Good, sit down. Okay.

Marigold: Look at you all.

Just Mac: Yep, we're just seeing what it would be like

to have, uh, two kids in the tub.

Marigold: So cute. Just Mac: You know?

Glenn: Yeah, yeah.

Marigold: Yeah, that's just perfect.

Just Mac: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Marigold: Mm-hmm.

Look at that view.

Just Mac: [ Whispering indistinctly ]

Marigold: Mackenzie. Just Mac: Yes?

Marigold: I can see you out here

walking the trails with the kids.

Mm-hmm.

Just taking in God's green Earth.

Yes.

Maybe two girls, not just one, you know?

Just Mac: Yes, yes.

Marigold: I always say -- Mackenzie --

he's the rapper you could leave your daughter with.

Just Mac: That's right. Glenn: Absolutely.

Just Mac: I will marry her.

Glenn: I really hope I'm sterile.

??

Amir: I'm back in the Beverly Hills estate that

I just sold to Uri.

I just need to tie up a few loose ends,

and this deal is done.

Look, I'll do the burpees. I'll do the kettlebells.

I will not do that inner-thigh leg thing.

It's -- It's -- I'm sorry.

I know that it's probably good for my body,

but it's -- Jesus Christ!

Gio: Shh.

Amir: Oh, geez! Serge: Shh!

Amir: Goddamn it. Everything was going so great,

and then these two show up.

Serge and Gio run Infinity, which is Platinum's rival firm,

and they fucking hate us.

Gio: Don't spoil it. Serge: Don't spoil it.

Gio: Don't spoil it. Serge: Don't spoil it.

Gio: The moment right before...

Serge: ...is the best one.

Amir: I'm not saying anything.

Serge: Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Gio: We're going to ask you a question,

and we want you to be honest.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Serge: What the fuck are you doing here?

Amir: Serge and Gio freak out

if anyone but them sells property

in Beverly Hills Post Office,

and I'm sure that my fear-smiling

doesn't make things any better, but I can't help it.

Serge: You're at the Diamond Dealmaker Awards, right?

Amir: Yes. Yes.

Serge: Let me ask -- Let me ask you something...

about the Diamond Dealmaker Awards.

Who are you wearing to the Diamond Dealmakers?

Amir: What? Gio: Who are you wearing?

Serge: Who are you wearing to the Diamond Dealmaker Awards?

Amir: I don't know. I haven't decided yet.

Every single year, I get nominated

for the same Diamond Dealmaker Award

as these guys, and every single year,

they bully me until I drop out of the race.

Guys, I get it. You're scary, okay?

Gio: Thank you for saying so.

Serge: Thank you for saying that.

Amir: I'm very scared.

Serge: Oh, God, nobody says that these days.

Gio: What award are you up for this year?

Serge: What award are you up for, huh?

Gio: Most Square Footage. I ask. I know.

Amir: I am up for the Most Square Footage award.

Serge: That's so funny 'cause, you know --

Oh, your shoe's untied. Amir: That's really funny.

Gio: Let him get it.

Let him get it. Serge: Shh. Shh.

Put it right here. Gio: Let him get it.

Let him get it. Amir: Please.

Serge: I am your servant. Gio: Let him get it.

Serge: Please, let me get it. It's interesting.

The only interesting thing --

Oh, someone did it. Amir: What the fuck?!

Gio: No, no, no, he's tying your shoe.

Serge: You're gonna be surprised.

Amir: Are you kidding me? A gun!

Serge: Here, feel my pulse. I want to show you something.

Gio: Feel how calm he is.

Serge: Feel how calm I am. Gio: You see how calm he is?

That's because he's not the one who's going to shoot you.

He's just tying your shoe. He's relaxed.

My pulse is going bat-shit crazy.

Amir: Please, please, please. Serge: Don't panic.

Don't panic. Don't panic. Gio: Don't panic. Don't panic.

It's probably not loaded.

Amir: I quit!

Again! It worked, guys. Congrats.

I will back out of the Square Footage award.

I will not back out of Best Supporting Broker award.

Serge: That's fine.

Gio: I don't think we're gonna get that, anyway.

We're Armenians. Serge: It's a white category.

That one's just a straight white category.

Gio: I heard it's a pretty good deal.

I thought we were gonna get that one.

But if he backs out of Square Footage, that's our baby.

Serge: That's good. Okay. Amir: Thank you.

Serge: We understand each other? Amir: Yes, we're good.

We're fi-- Ohh.

[ Spits ]

I lost a chance at an award,

but I won a chance to continue breathing,

so, yeah, I'm good.

Serge: And I just want you to remember --

Amir: Oh, no, no. God damn it! Serge: When you trifle --

When you trifle in Beverly Hills Post Office --

Gio: Ohh, soft reset. Serge: Soft reset.

Amir: I don't know my Wi-Fi passwords.

Serge: No, no one does anymore. Gio: Now it's gone.

Serge: Hello, welcome to iPhone.

Amir: No, not "restore factory" -- Ohh.

Serge: Select language. Amir: Come on, man.

Serge: Portuguese. Gio: Good luck with that.

Serge: Good luck with that. Have fun, my friend.

Gio: Stay out of Beverly Hills Post Office.

Amir: I had to fucking learn that!

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Glenn: Marigold, Just Mac's mother --

She likes me, loves this house, and he does, too.

But all of a sudden,

he's pretending to find fault with this place

because he thinks it will get me to lower the price.

I really think

that you're undervaluing this property right now.

Just Mac: I'm Just Mac, motherfucker!

I'm a tiger in a cage at the zoo.

You trying to sell me a house

like I'm an earthworm in a terrarium!

Glenn: That's not my intention.

Okay, my intention is for you to feel

that this place completes you, that this place --

Just Mac: I need a house where as soon as a chick walks in,

her booty starts to get wet and all she want to do is fuck.

Glenn: I think --

Just Mac: [ Sensual moaning ]

Marigold: Oh, this is lovely.

Just Mac: ? Amazing grace ?

? How sweet the sound ?

? That saved a wretch like me ?

Marigold: You just moan it.

[ Both vocalizing ]

Glenn: Fudge this. Time to get dirty.

Only a true mama's boy knows how to defeat another mama's boy.

Now, you know, uh, Mackenzie was

just saying that he would love to buy this property

if it's what makes you happy.

Didn't you, Mackenzie?

Marigold: Lord, lord, lord.

Glenn: I mean, you want to make your mom happy, don't you?

Just Mac: Yeah, I sure do.

Sure this is the one you want, Mom?

Marigold: Yes, baby.

We a long way from a twin mattress on a studio apartment.

Just Mac: We sure are.

Marigold: Ooh. I'm sorry.

Just Mac: What's your commission on this?

Marigold: Well, we'd like to double it

'cause you're just -- You're a godsend.

Glenn: Well, I'm gonna go now.

Just Mac: Uh, Dionte, can I just have a quick word?

I just want to double-check that contract.

Glenn: Not now. Sorry.

Just Mac: Oh, now you don't know nobody?

Glenn: He chased me, but I ran faster.

I'm surprisingly limber,

and my hairless arms have zero drag.

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Chelsea: I'm taking my role as app-visor very seriously.

I've converted the reception area

into a startup think space

where I can lecture others on how to create

the next big app.

Amir, I want you to give me any suggestion.

Just say a thing -- anything that comes to your mind.

It can be one word. It can be five.

Amir: Holocaust. Andrew: Mm.

Victoria: That's the first word you've got?

Amir: The Holocaust.

Chelsea: Holocaust. Amir: Yeah.

Chelsea: Maybe you walk into your local Jewish bakery.

You scan the items in the front row.

You look at the beautiful young girl

standing behind the cash register,

and you say, "Excuse me, Miss.

I'd like to buy this bread,"

but she can't talk to you 'cause she's on the phone.

Instead, she points you to their app that has a list

of how much their challah costs.

Andrew: How much does she weigh? Amir: Wow!

Victoria: Is the girl Jewish?

Chelsea: You're getting hung up on details.

Amir: Holy shit, that was amazing.

Chelsea: The next idea can come from...

Dean: What is going on in this office?!

People are sitting on bags of food!

Chelsea: Uh...

Dean: Everyone, get up, get out, and sell properties!

Baxter: Dean, can I tell you my --

Dean: Get up!

Chelsea: I forgot.

On Thursdays, Dean stays late to use

his sensory deprivation tank on peyote.

Dean: Take that. Go sell.

Baxter: Have you ever looked at something and thought,

"Is that noodles?" Dean: Yes. Noodles.

From a distance.

Chelsea.

Chelsea: Dean, I know what you're gonna say.

Dean: Please, have a seat.

Chelsea: He's going to can my ass.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just was trying something new.

You always tell me to spread my wings

and try to fly.

Dean: Chelsea. I'm using this tone

because I'm being conspiratorial.

Chelsea: Okay.

Dean: I have an idea for a billion-dollar app.

Chelsea: Wha-- Okay, what does it do?

Dean: It's an app downloaded to your phone.

Chelsea: Right, uh, okay, how much will it cost?

Dean: $1 billion.

That's what makes it a billion-dollar app.

Do you see? Chelsea: Oh.

Dean: The idea is this will be something very exclusive

at a price point that will encourage

only one elite individual to buy it.

Chelsea: Okay, like that Wu-Tang album.

Dean: Who's Wu-Tang? Chelsea: They're the ra--

They're the rap collective.

Dean: It's a group of people. Chelsea: Yeah.

Dean: Anyway, I want you to help me develop this.

Chelsea: Yeah, okay, I can -- I can get working on that.

Dean: All right. Chelsea: Okay, great.

Dean: Clear out every one of these beanbag chairs.

Chelsea: Oh, what? These think machines?

Ah, no, man. Dean: I hate them.

Chelsea: Okay, I'm gonna do it. It's just --

I just got to get all my thinking done in them first.

Dean: Do it in a chair.

Chelsea: Okay. Chairs are for squares, man.

Dean: What's that? Chelsea: Nothing. Nothing.

I'm gonna get them out of here. Dean: Yes.

Chelsea: Maybe I'll crab it.

Just kind of crab it out of here.

Okay.

All right, this is -- Uh-oh, carpet.

Okay.

I was stuck there most of the night.

Baxter: Scanning this gnocchi.

Gnope! It's gnot gnoodles!

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