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Wait, Blair.

- Wear this.
- What?

For good luck
on your interviews.

speaking foreign language

...motherfucker.

Go get 'em! I love you.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Five large.

Now, you be sure
to tell Page Six

that I knocked the glaze
off that doughnut.

- Mmm.
- Okay?

Kyle.

Want to do some cocaine?

Fantastic.

Ooh-whee!
There she go! God damn!

Yo, mama, where you going?

Fucking dyke!

Georgina.

It is my 39th birthday,
and that is what I want.

No "problemo," Mo.

I'll get a B-cup
down here by 9:45

or now if, uh,
Dawn is willing.

Wow, you know what?

I'm really surprised
a ladies' man such as yourself

doesn't know his cups.

- These are Cs, baby.
- Ooh!

These right here--
these are Bs.

Who wants to come
titty-fuck Keith?

Dawn's on the board.

But, no, I want the company.

Georgina Jeans currently does
all of its manufacturing

in Manhattan,
so you know what that means.

It means that the land
the warehouse is on

is worth twice the company.

Exactly, which makes them
ripe for a take--

Ripe for a takeover.
See? Great minds.

See, when we're going
on together, it's like jazz.

You guys are fucking
watching jazz.

I hate to bust
your denim dream, but, no.

It's fucking impossible, Mo.

- Oh, is it impossible, Dawn?
- It's impossible.

Lehman Brothers owns
30% of Georgina.

And trust me, they'd rather
vote for punk-ass Mondale

than sell us a share of shit.

"Impossible."

Well, let me tell you
something, gang.

I was born in a toilet

and left on the steps
of a Church...

...'s Chicken.

Yeah, Church's Chicken.

- Anyway, 39 years later--
- Wait, 30 what?

Thirty-nine years later
to the day, Dawn!

He's 60.

I woke up in
a $1,500-a-night fuck pad

after having a $5,000
Park Avenue fuckathon.

- What?
- Whoo!

My robot butler
brought me caviar

and The Wall Street Journal,

and I said, "Kyle"--
because I named him.

They encourage you
to name them.

It helps with the bonding--
I said, "Kyle,

throw that fish jizz out.
Caviar is wack."

Kyle did that shit because
Kyle understands English.

Solid.

And The Wall Street Journal

called you all

the number 11 trading firm
on the block.

And they called your man
the Billy Ocean of trading.

That's right!

Get it, get it, get it.

That's--that's
the hit right there.

- Yes!
- Yeah!

- Yes!
- Yeah!

No!

Hey!

Whoa! Hey!

Eleven?

Get that out of here.
The number 11 guy on the Knicks

isn't even a basketball player,
all right?

He's an eight-foot Serb
with a kidney disease

they took a flier on.

Eleven is one one too many.

It's been the same

Monopoly-man-looking
motherfuckers

at the top of Wall Street
for 1,000 years.

"Impossible"?
This shit is simple.

What goes in your pocket
when that bell rings

at the end of the day
comes directly out

of some other sucker's asshole.

Right?

One guy gets
a dope chalet in Vail.

Another guy has
to tell his daughter

that Christmas is canceled

because Santa Claus exploded
in the Challenger.

- Ugh.
- Now, I know who I am.

- Do you know who you are?
- I'm Kerth--Keith!

Yes. Do you know who you are?

- Yassir X.
- Absolutely.

- Do you know who you--
- Get the fuck out of my face.

Right.
Ronnie, you know who you are?

Honestly, I'm still
trying to figure it out.

Just say "Ronnie."

I know who you are, all right?

God chose me
to choose you.

- Okay.
- I am black Moses.

Nigga, did you say
you black Moses?

Okay? And that designer
denim LLC is the Red Sea.

And I'm gonna part
that shit up,

and I'm gonna take us
to the promised land.

- Yeah! Yeah!
- So start buying, okay?

But you keep that shit quiet,

'cause if anybody outside of
this room gets wind of that,

you're all gonna be deader
than that gremlin's pussy

on top of Keith's head.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna go put
the "brother"...

...in Lehman Brothers.

Yeah! Yes! Yeah!

- Hey, Mo.
- No, Keith. God damn it.

You cannot stop a man who just
butt-fucks his walk-off line

- and then--
- Happy birthday, boss.

I know it's the same shit
every year, but what do you get

the guy who
has everything, right?

More coke.

- You guys get me.
- Yeah!

Scusi.

I seem to have come down with
a bad case of the first days.

Uh, I have an interview

- at Morgan St--
- Hold on a second, Scotty.

- Sorry.
- Get cancer.

No, no, I just stepped
in some dog shit.

Pretty wild, right?

Yeah, it's awful.

If this is trading, I may have
picked the wrong career.

Oh.
Uh, this is awkward.

Ty Daverman,
Morgan Stanley.

We spoke on the phone.
You're Blair?

Yes, Blair.
Yes, Blair Pfaff.

Yes, it's a very--it's
very nice to meet you, sir.

Hey, before when I said I may
have picked the wrong career,

I meant that
as a, uh--a joke.

Joking's kind of
my strong suit.

I mean, obviously
trading is my strong suit.

What are my weaknesses?
That's a great question.

I can only think of three--

caring too much, working
too hard, and caring too much.

And I just repeated myself,
so that's four weaknesses,

'cause I--
that's a repeating weakness.

Wow, good thing
I'm not interviewing you,

'cause I think you'd shit your
pants in the next two seconds.

I think so.

You're here
to interview me, kid.

I am?

You're top recruit
on the street.

Everybody's buzzing

about this, uh,
trading algorithm

you developed for
your MBA thesis at Wharton.

Hey, I'm a Wharthog myself.

Look, you're gonna have

your pick of the top shops,
all right?

But you want to be
a MoStan man.

Technology--we're
on the cutting edge, all right?

From mobile phones
as small as toasters

to computers big as barns.

Here, consider it a gift.

Seriously?

Now, let's let these animals
fight over the scraps.

I'll show you what the world

looks like to a MoStan man.

Lenny Lehman.

I'm Larry.

I'm Lenny.
You really can't tell us apart?

Wait a minute, I forget.
Now, which one of you

is a virgin,
and which one of you

ain't never been laid before?

We call that a dis!

Really? Well, if you were
an identical twin,

I would ask you, which one
of you is under investigation,

and which one of you has
already been investigated?

Now, that's a "dist."

What do you assholes want,
anyway?

What do we--wha--you came here.
What do you want?

I would like to be a pair of
Downtown Julie Brown's socks,

but in the meantime, I'll take
your shares of Georgina.

Georgina? The women's jeanery?

Len, do we even own
any of that?

Yeah, Lar, we bought
a chunk of that a while back

to offset our capital gain--

Just give me
the fucking shares.

Then we'll go have brunch
afterwards, on me.

Cheetah's Topless--
what do you say?

Free ta-tas and frittatas?

Ew.

Why Georgina?
It's a dog.

No big whoop.
They cut a nice jean.

I don't know about that.

We're all Cavaricci
all the time, but okay.

Len, what's a fair price
for our block of Georgina?

Well, it's trading at six,

so based on projected
future earnings, I'd say--

One million dollars a share?

Why don't you two stop
fucking each other

for five minutes and sell me
some goddamn stock?

- That was a rumor.
- I've never fucked my brother!

- That was a rumor.
- I've never fucked my brother!

I-I know that.
That was a joke.

It would be insane if you guys

were actually
fucking each other.

Yeah, exactly, Mo!

So, uh, maybe
you should scram, okay?

You're making us late
for our stand-up comedy class.

Get that money.

Eight.

Twenty.

Nine and a half.

Twenty.

Ten.

- Twenty-five.
- Thirty.

- Ooh, this is fun.
- You fuck--

All right...

eighteen.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Eighteen on two million shares?

- Yeah.
- Great.

Thirty-six million dollars
by close today,

or the deal is off.

Great. That's an excellent
fucking timeframe.

If you were to give me a menu
of timeframes and say,

"Mo, you want to pick a time"--

It was a pleasure doing bus--

- Oh.
- One, two...

It was a pleasure
doing business with you,

- Mr. Monroe.
- Jesus Christ.

You call yourself a twin?

This is your thing.

I don't want to do
the talking at the same time.

Thanks.

Hey, Tiff,
guess what I'm doing.

Walking!

Yeah, the guys from Morgan
gave me a mobile phone.

I'm walking and talking!

I'm still sort of getting
the hang of it,

but guess what else.

Morgan, Lehman,
Goldman all made crazy offers.

Yeah, go out and buy yourself
something really expensive,

'cause we got a lot
to celebrate tonight.

A lot.

Get ready--

Oh, oh!

Oh, I am so sorry.

That, uh, was
a total accident.

God, what is this, parmesan?
That is--

All right.

You're Maurice Monroe.
You're Mo the Marauder.

I r-read about you
in the newspaper today.

I'm so sorry. That was a very--
that was a bad accident

- on my part. I'm so sorry.
- Kid, kid, it's all right.

It's all--listen.
It's all right, okay?

Accidents happen.
Accidents happen!

Accidents happen.

Thank you. Thanks.

Well, you know my name.
What's yours?

- Blair.
- No, really, what's your name?

- Uh, Blair.
- Oh.

Yeah, it's actually
much more common for a man

than for a woman, yeah.

I mean, think of all
the famous male Blairs, right?

There's-there's L.A. Law
heartthrob Blair Underwood.

- Yes.
- Right? There's, uh, former

Secretary of State of Maryland
Blair Lee III.

And who could forget
British Lieutenant Governor

Sir Blair Aubyn Stewart-Wilson?

I mean, that guy was equerry
to Her Majesty, the Queen.

You really know your Blairs.

- I do, I do.
- Well, who do you work for?

Well, I-I'm fielding
multiple offers right now.

I mean, between you and me,
I'm kind of hot on the street.

You lucky son of a bitch.
That's exciting.

- It is exciting.
- Hey, everybody!

- No, come on.
- No, no, it's fine.

- No, sir, I really--
- Don't worry about it. Listen.

Um, if anyone here hires

Blair Bat Mitzvah
Fucking Girl's Name, whatever,

I will personally be
on the other side

of every trade you make
until you die,

which will be soon,

because you will jump
out of a window

because you're bankrupt,
at which point

I will go to your homes,

and I will make love
to your wife...

...and your kids,

depending on age
and gender and looks.

Let's be honest--
it's mostly gonna be looks.

Okay, everybody got that?

I am willing to lose
a mil a day

to prevent Rachel
Girl's Fucking Name here...

...from ever being employed

for the rest of her natural
or unnatural fucking life--

whichever comes first.
Everybody clear on that?

All right. As you were.

- No, sir, sir, this was--
- As you were.

Okay, okay.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Is everything okay here,
Mr. Monroe?

Yeah, everything's okay,
except this fucking kid

doesn't know how
to walk or do coke.

Oh, it's cocaine.

No, no, it's not my coke.
I don't--I don't do--

Oh, it's not your coke?
Are you saying it's my coke?

No, I'm not saying that.
I'm just saying it--

Wait, are you calling me
a fucking cokehead?

- No, I'm not saying--
- Well, I do do coke.

In fact, it's my
second favorite thing to do.

You know what my first
favorite thing is? Money.

Now, my third favorite thing
is rolling up

my first favorite thing
and doing a mountain

of my fucking
second favorite thing.

But, Chong, here's the real
thing--drugs on the floor

is a two-year suspension,
if I'm correct.

Okay, now--n-now, okay.
Okay, all right.

No, you see, this was
a misunderstanding.

All right, Let me settle this.

Does anyone know
whose coke this is?

It's the kid's coke--dropped
right out of his pocket.

- Let's go.
- Yeah, total basehead.

He tried to sell me heroin
last week.

- Did you check him for a gun?
- Gun!

Yeah, party's over, Scarface!

No! No, no, no.
Mr. Daverman.

Mr. Daverman.
I will take that job.

I am definitely a MoStan man.

No, you're not, Blair.

By the way,
you got a chick's name.

It's much more common
for a man!

How rich are we?

Ooh! What's all this?

It's cocaine,
but I can explain.

No explanation necessary, babe.

Let's celebrate.
Now, just tell me...

...are we talking house money,
or summer-house money?

'Cause I saw this place today.
Now, it's definitely crazy.

- But it's not insane.
- Babe.

It's Saddam Hussein's condo
for when he's in New York.

It's a total gut job,
but the bones are amazing.

Hey, speaking of jobs...

So, um...

I didn't get any,
and I never will,

but it's not a bad thing.

Remember that screenplay
I wrote in college?

Hear me out.
What if we go to L.A.--

I'm sorry.

I-I think I wa--I was just
reacting to your joke?

W-what's happening, Blair?

You told me you had
three job offers.

I did, and it was a real...
real dream come true,

until I met basically
the Freddy Krueger

of Wall Street,

and he entered
that precious dream,

and he shredded it,

like Freddy Krueger
is wont to do.

But you know what? We don't
need money to be happy.

I'm sorry.
That must be some sort

of fight-or-flight thing,
but this is okay.

Okay.
This is okay.

You'll just go--

you'll go work for my dad!

No, I told you
I'm gonna make it on my own.

I'm dating a success, Blair.

The only question is,
is it gonna be you,

or is it gonna be Nat Hayes,
who's been trying

to get his fingers in me
since a cappella camp?

- Oh...
- Someone took your job?

Take it back.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

This doesn't have to be
the end of me.

Yeah, I could just--
I could just lay low

for, what, like, a year or two,
let that old guard die out--

- Ah!
- What is this thing--

- a dick or a vagina?
- Babe, language!

If this is, in fact, a dick
and not a long dangling clit

and you ever want
to put it in me again,

you will go down there
and get your dream back.

So tell me--
is this a dick or a vagina?

I think we both know that it--

Do you have a dick or a vagina?

I have a penis!

Should we
have sex really quick?

- 'Cause I'm super...
- Ah, ah, ah, ah...

...jazzed.

No. Yeah, I get you.

I'm gonna go get my job,

and then I'm gonna come back
and do sex on you.

And then
we're gonna get some TCBY.

- Ooh.
- You want yogurt?

- Yes.
- Mommy, baby want yogurt.

- Oh, I want chocolate.
- I want sprinkles...

...Mommy!

Get down there
and get your job back.

Okay.

Gang, listen up.

I got some good news,
and I got some better news.

Good news--
Don Henley is confirmed

for my bitchin' B-day
blowout party tonight.

Ooh, I love him.

You know, I don't really
fuck with the guy's music,

but, you know, his
album's number one,

and my party's gonna
be number one,

so it just kind of made sense.

And the better news--

I have acquired the Lehman
Brother's block of Georgina.

- Nice.
- Holy shit.

Whoo!

What'd you pay?

Can I live?

Jesus Christ, Dawn,
you don't ask a man

how much he spent on a gift,

which is exactly
what that is for you.

- Eighteen.
- Ooh.

Eighteen?
It's at six and a half!

We don't have
that kind of cash.

I will fucking borrow it, Dawn.

Mo, you are risking everything!

That's the best part.

Dawn, co--you remember
Top Gun, right?

Of course I remember Top Gun.
You-you-you made me see it

- three times opening night.
- Yes, I did.

And you know what?
It wasn't a good movie.

Yes, it was!

It was just a bunch
of white boys trying

to butt-fuck each other
in the clouds.

Okay, yes,
those undertones did exist,

but that's not
the fucking point

of what I'm trying
to tell you here.

I'm saying that
if they had not risked it all,

where would Goose and Mav
be right now?

Goose would probably be alive.

- We don't know that, Dawn!
- Oh, come on!

Okay?
Goose was very reckless.

Mav said,
"Watch the fucking canopy."

- Well, he fucking--
- And what did Goose do?

Hey!

Bet you didn't think
you'd see this me again.

This guy! Me!

Wow.
I am very glad you're here.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I would like a tuna fish
sandwich, hold the carrots,

and a Crystal Pepsi.
Anybody?

No, I'm the guy from the floor.

- With the cocaine.
- Oh! Thank God.

- Hey, coke guy's here!
- Uh, let me get

two eight balls and, uh,
what's that new thing

everybody's talking about?
Crack? Crack?

- Oh, two cracks.
- Just regular cocaine for me.

No, no, no,
let's be innovative.

Cracks.
Cracks for everybody, guys!

- Yeah.
- No one is getting cracks!

Oh.

I am Blair Pfaff.

Rachel the Bat Mitzvah Girl.

Yes. You are the motherfucker
that ruined my suit.

Yeah, and you're
the motherfucker

who ruined my life.

Suit's worth more.
It was a Bijan.

- Had to throw it in the trash.
- It was a Bijan?

Shut the fuck up.

You think you scare me?

My dad beat me every day
of my life until he died,

and he literally died
of a heart attack

while beating me.

You got to be
fucking shitting me.

- Is that true?
- Yeah.

I worked two jobs
to get my degree.

I worked three to get my MBA,

and yet I still had enough time

to develop an algorithm that,
when backtested,

beat every house on the street,
including your chop shop, okay?

So I'm here as a warning.

I'm gonna use this
"cocaine possession

with intent to distribute"
charge as motivation

to become the biggest
swinging dick on Wall Street.

So here's what you can do, Mo.

You can go downstairs
and un-take the giant poo

you took on my career.

Or guess what. I'm gonna be on
the other side of every trade

you make
for the rest of your life.

- Mm.
- I'm gonna call an ambulance.

What kind of car
you drive, kid?

Oh, 'cause I drive a Honda
and you drive a Porsche?

I don't drive shit.
I get driven.

- Mm-hmm.
- In a Lamborghini limousine,

aka a Lambo limo,
aka a Limbo.

So you get none of
the speed of a Lamborghini

and none of the comfort
of a limousine?

Yeah, but it costs twice
as much as both, obvious--

This guy is not a car guy.
You're not a car guy.

I don't like your fucking tone.

You don't know shit
about cracks.

Who are you, Pfaff?

Who are you?

Mr. Hotshot with an Algorithm's
got all these guys downstairs

jizzing in their fucking pants.

Well, let me ask you something.
You want to...

you want to give it
a test-drive?

What?

I'll put 50K in an account.

And you double that by close,
and you get a job.

You don't, I get your car.

Why do you want a shitty Honda?

I don't want
a "shitty Honda."

I want your shitty Honda.

- Okay.
- Okay, great.

Dawn will set you up
with an account.

Don't let those titties
fool you, all right?

She's got the biggest set
of nuts on Wall Street.

Now, if you will
"excusez-me-moi,"

I got about
three and a half hours

to borrow 36 million bucks.

- Chad, moisten me.
- Wha--

I'm not a--

...allowed to trade.

I'm being investigated
for cocaine, remember?

Kid, who isn't?

I fucking freebased
with the mayor of D.C.

- Ah! Mayor Barry.
- Tough on crime.

But you are about to learn
a valuable lesson

that your fucking MBA

and all your bullshit education
could not teach you.

The only algorithm
that a real trader needs

is the

Ooh!
You just got DeBarged.

Okay, everybody,
ten Gs,

Michael J. Cocksucker
here goes bust in an hour!

No, fucking make
that 15! I got 15!

Whoa! Not okay!

Not cool!

That's why I love you, Sergei.

- This is working?
- Kid's got a shot.

Fucking--

Dude, we just fixed that wall!

Hey, I got the...

Just coming through there?
Okay.

Shit.

Yeah.

Wow.
Hey, uh...

Whoa!

That's a lot of blood
for a little guy.

Shit.
I can't believe it.

This guy's gonna
get to 100.

Oh, this is bullshit.

How the fuck
is this happening?

Hang on, hang on.

- Oh, shit.
- It's dropping!

Here come
the short sellers.

- Oh!
- No, no, no.

Oh! Fuck! You!

Pay up, Dawn!
Cheetah's Topless!

First round of head's on me.
Let's go.

Come on, there you go.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Thank you very much.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Bye-bye.

See you at the party, Dawn.

Shit.

You bet on me to win?

Mm, actually,
I bet you'd lose it all.

That last 84 cent
cost me 15 grand.

Well, too bad
you won't be sticking around.

You're cute, kid.

But you're the worst trader
in Manhattan since the Indians.

Hey, brother-fuckers.

That's a rumor!
That's a goddamn rumor!

Rumor.

This is a buy order

for all your Georgina shares.

So, if you would please
sign this

before I have to call INS
or child protective services

or whatever the fuck it is
you guys got going here.

You know, Len, as much
as I'd like to deny Mr. Monroe

of something he desires...

remember what Daddy
always said.

"Never walk away from
a dollar that makes sense."

Oh, wow.

Well, you know, your daddy
sounds like a schmuck!

Boom!

How does it feel to get
mowed down by Mo,

you double McFucks?

How do you say "give us
the room" in Korean?

You know what?
Never mind. Just leave.

All the Koreans
in the room, leave.

Every Korean in the room,
get out of the room.

Sorry, ladies,
you're gonna miss the show.

You know what's gonna
be amazing?

When I redecorate
this fucking place, right?

Out with the blue blood,
in with the new blood.

You know, Len, I think
I know what Mo's up to.

You think he's trying...?

The Georgina play.

Well, uh, guess what.

You figured it out
two signatures too late.

By this time tomorrow,
I'll be at 51%,

and I'll be richer than both of
you two fucks fucked together.

No, no, you'll only get to 49%,

and then you'll quickly realize
that Georgina

is the white whale
of Wall Street.

Oh, whale?
I love whale.

Chez Luc does an off-menu
humpback carpaccio

that's to die for.

In 1861, Georgina Jeans--
or as it was known at the time,

Georgina Amalgamated
Slave Holdings--

decided to stop selling slaves
and start making pants.

For slaves.

Eventually slavery went
out of fashion.

But, ironically, those pants
became very fashionable.

The company took off.

Ever since, their warehouses
have made them a target

for takeovers.

Better men than you,
Maurice, have fallen prey

to the siren song
of Lady Georgina.

But she's left them
all bankrupt, suicidal,

or even worse...

Middle class.

Yeah, well, until now.

Until never.

The Georgina family owns 51%

hidden in shell companies
within shell companies

that would take
a million Jew lawyers

a million Jew years
to jew out.

And the family keeps it
a well-guarded secret

so that anyone attempting
a takeover gets burned.

- Sometimes literally.
- Sometimes literally!

Our grand-p�re,
Leonitis Lehman

set himself ablaze

after his failed attempt
triggered the '29 crash.

So, unless your last name
is Georgina,

good luck unloading
the most toxic stock

in the history of Wall Street.

Hey, Len, I got
a good one for you.

Where do all
the rock-star traders go out

after they trade
with the Lehmans?

- A window.
- Oh, that's funny.

Those comedy classes
are really paying off.

Your comedy classes suck!

And your timing is for shit!

I'm gonna go now.

Good luck.

Ugh.

Ugh. Shit.

- Wow.
- I know.

It's pretty gross, right?

- Ugh!
- No, no, no.

I'm talking about you.

Good thing
these sprinklers don't work.

It'd be...

Well, you know,
I did have to come correct

for your party, right?

Yes, you did.

So how'd it go
with the Lehmans today?

Fucking outstanding.
How else could it go?

Good.

So, listen, I'm...

I'm sorry I was so hard
on you today, Mo-Mo.

- I just...
- Eh.

I just, uh...

You know, I just want
you to be okay.

Yeah, I know.

I know.

Hey, Dawny, you ready?

Hey!

My man! Maurice!

- Eh, Spencer.
- Hey.

How's the brain biz, bro?

- Oh, you know, it's boring.
- Yeah, I can imagine.

No, that's
a neurosurgery joke--

because we're always boring
into people's skulls.

- Oh, amazing!
- Yeah.

But speaking of jokes,

you guys are gonna
love it tonight

because I got Piscopo MC'ing.

Yeah, he does an amazing me.

Sounds like it could
be kind of racist--

and it-it is very racist--
but it's funny racist.

- "Funny racist"? Okay, yeah.
- Yeah, yeah.

- It's the good kind.
- You know, I remember

when your birthday used to be
just sticking a candle

in some apple pie
at Church's Chicken.

Yeah, well,

- fuck those days, huh?
- Aw.

Okay, well, uh...

Anyway, if you don't mind,
though,

- I got to get out of here...
- Yeah.

...because I got a Dawn
I have to get to myself.

You may have heard of her--
Rae Dawn Chong.

That's right.

I'm gonna show her
the real color purple.

My co--
it's a dick joke.

The top of it.

When it gets engorged, it turns
purple, like aubergine.

See you at the party!

All right.

Aw.

What's the problem?

Your little algorithm
doesn't work so well

against real traders, huh?

Pro tip, kid--computers
don't make trades, okay?

Men do.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

- Dick.
- Wait a minute. Hold up.

So what was the plan?
You were gonna...

land a big, juicy job,
then you're gonna

run over there
and propose to her?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I get that.

Look, you got to do it.

You just got to fucking do it.
If you don't do this,

you're gonna regret it
for the rest of your life.

You're gonna lose her forever.

- No, I already lost her.
- No.

She's not gonna marry some...

jobless...

loser.

- You're not--
- I'm a loser.

Look, just go fucking
propose already, okay?

I'll see you in the morning.

Wait. Wait, really?

Yes.

With the Honda.

I will see you in the morning
with the Honda.

- Oh...
- A bet is a bet.

Come on.
I'm just messing around.

You didn't do so bad today.

I lost you $49,999.16.

W-what is that?
That's like two robot butlers.

- Uh, sure.
- You know, nobody's yelled

at me like that since 1973?

You got some balls
behind those pleats.

So what do you say, Mr. MBA?

You want to fuck with me?

Or are you too good
for my little "chop shop"?

I would love
to fuck with you.

- Yes. Yes. Yes, thank you.
- Okay.

- Thank you so--
- Oh! No touching.

- I'm sorry.
- No touching.

I'm sorry about that.

But I got something else,
and you need to hear this.

- This is critical.
- Yes.

I'm gonna need that Honda.

You said you were kidding.

No, I was kidding
when I said I didn't need it.

Give me the fucking Honda.
I'm gonna use it as a toilet.

And next time I'm coming
for that dope-ass tie pin.

Oh, no, no, no,
I'd never bet this.

Get the fuck out of here.
Everything's got a price.

You watching
the World Series?

Yeah.

Don't put your money
on the Red Sox, Al.

- I shortened "algorithm."
- Huh.

Oh, shit! I did not
think he was gonna show up.

You ready, boss?

Boss?

Uh...you know,
let's just go home.

I'm--I'm beat.

You got it, Mo.