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Max, look at all these customers
from the Brooklyn midnight ride.

I smell diner success.

Really? Because I smell baked crotch.

Can balls fart? Because I feel like
I'm smelling that too.

Where is Oleg with my orders?

If my tables don't get food soon...

Oh, my god, they're
raising their arms. Ugh.

We know it wasn't a charity ride
to raise money for deodorant.

Oleg, where are my burgers?

I am a little in the weeds right now.

You mean you smoked
a little weed right now?

It's medicinal.
Helps with my chronic erection.

Can someone who's not
in the grateful dead...

tell me how we're gonna get food?

Follow me.

You do plates, buns, coleslaw.

I'll do burgers, fries,
and any guy who has no future.

Can you imagine
if we were born inside shells...

and then even bigger animals
cracked us open to eat?

- Fries on the plates.
- Is anybody writing this gold down?

All right, Oleg. I want in.

Where's the... Or the... Or the...?

Oh, my god, am I deaf?

Wait. Where is it?

I put it somewhere.

Ooh. A French fry.

I don't know where you guys
are in your bike training.

Are we doping or desserting?
I can help you either way.

- We're thinking about dessert.
- How about a Max's homemade cupcake?

I don't think so. How's that cherry pie?

Nice. The family of mice that lives in it
just renewed their lease.

So a Max's homemade cupcake?

You keep saying Max's homemade
cupcakes like it's a thing.

- I've never heard of it.
- I haven't either. And we know a lot.

And yet you put that headband on
this morning.

- So who's Max?
- Yeah, who's Max?

Who's Max?
She's Lance Armstrong's left nut.

- What?
- Nothing.

Caroline,
you know I'm not one to gossip...

but just about 30 seconds ago,
i saw Max drop some major attitude...

and blow a chance
with possible cupcake customer.

That's your gossip?
That Max has an attitude?

What are you gonna tell me next,
that Elton John is gay?

Anyways, I'm just saying about Max.
Bitch needs to take it down a notch.

Bitch needs
to mind his own business.

Max, did you blow
a possible cupcake customer tonight?

You know I don't mix business
with pleasure.

We have to keep pushing our cupcakes.

Every table, every time,
Max's homemade cupcakes.

I did. I said my name
to that table more times...

than my mother said it my entire life.

You can't just say the name.
You have to sell it.

You should see me out there.

Hope you saved room for our
delicious Max's homemade cupcakes.

- They're moist, delicious, creamy...
- Stop.

I can't believe I'm saying this,
but I am not a whore.

Oh, you're a cupcake whore,
and right now, I'm your pimp.

So how many did you sell tonight?

- Two. Don't hit me, daddy.
- Ha, ha.

- Okay, how many did you sell tonight?
- I sold two.

- Okay, we're bad whores.
- No, we're tired whores.

It's not the end of the world.
We're just letting a few El caminos...

drive by because our wrists are sore.

I love you for that.
You just put everything into perspective.

So I says to Caroline,
"it's so bad for business."

Right now they're in the kitchen
having huge fight. I really worried that...

Lady chatterbox says
your business is in big trouble.

Please. Everything seems big to han.

Ready to go, Sophie?

And girls, sorry to hear your business
broke up and you aren't speaking.

We scared him.
Now he's gonna run under the stove.

I'm gonna make some calls to help you.

Get you some big party jobs.

That's so nice of you, Sophie.
We really appreciate it.

You girls can make some big money.
As you know, duza day is coming up.

Um, no, I do not know.

What the hell is duza day?

Duza day is huge holiday
in Polish community.

When a Polish girl reaches 6 feet,
you give her big party.

I had mine when I was 7.

[Giggles]

Is this private giggling
or can anyone join?

[Laughs]

- What are you watching?
- My favorite show.

Abby and Brittany, about cute conjoined
twins with two heads, one torso?

Already watched it.
They fought about a necklace.

Now I'm watching cupcake wars.

Woman [On computer]:
If our team wins cupcake wars...

we're gonna use the $10,000 prize
to finally open up our storefront.

Wait, $10,000? What kind of show is this?

I thought Google eliminated the need
to ask questions out loud, but fine.

It's a show on food network where teams
make cupcakes and compete for money.

And why are we not on it?

Heh. Look at that dumb-dumb.
She just dropped the pastry bag.

Hey, they're called hands.
Learn how to use them, dumb-dumb.

[Max laughs]

And that is why we're not on it.

Not everyone's as judgmental as you.

Oh. Everyone's as judgmental as me.

I don't need some snarky bitch
pointing at us and her TV going:

"Ooh, look at that blond dumb-dumb
and her hot friend trying to do something."

Max, why don't you ever
let yourself dream?

Because in my dreams,
spiders are always eating my eyes.

This might be the big push we need.

We can go on cupcake wars
or we can keep being cupcake whores.

Think about it. We wouldn't have
to go car-to-car anymore.

We could actually open a brothel.

If that's on the table, why don't we forget
about the cupcake thing?

Because that's a job
i can do without pants.

Let's at least
go to the food network and apply.

That's not how it works.
You fill out an application online...

submit a video,
then wait eight to 10 days for a response.

Huh. Caught you dreaming.

All right, so maybe I thought
about it for like a second...

when we first became a team.

Then I remembered the world's a dead end
and nothing good happens ever.

There's a gun in that drawer.
You wanna just kill ourselves?

Aw, Max, you finally called us a team.
We are so going on that show.

I don't know
how Abby and Brittany do it...

because I'm uncomfortable with you
even sitting this close to me.

If we're making an audition tape
to be on a reality show...

called the world's most
uncomfortable t-shirt...

we have already won.

Yes, I could have gotten us a more
expensive shirt at American apparel...

but then we would just look like
people pretending to be poor.

And 13 and probably in the sex trade.

I cannot believe you used
your flatiron to put these letters on.

I can't believe you once used it
to make a panini...

but, pfft, that's what happens now.

Where's the scissors?
I gotta give this thing some flave.

Max, what are you doing?

Crewnecks are for squares and mormons.

Oh, cute. Should we do mine?

I don't know. If you have no car,
why open the garage?

So I thought we'd shoot it over here...

in our adorable, scrappy,
low-income kitchen.

- Why are you talking like that?
- Because that's our brand.

I watched a ton of cupcake wars,
and it's a lot about branding.

What are we? The girl who knows how to
make cupcakes and the girl who doesn't?

Max, I'm not worried about that.

You'll just tell me what to do,
like always...

and we'll be the two scrappy girls with
so little you can't help but love them.

I hate them already.

[Knocking on door]

That's Oleg. You did tell him
he's filming us for an audition...

- and not making a porno, right?
- Yeah. I made it very clear.

Why are your tops still on?

And why isn't the plastic down?
You're gonna get oil everywhere.

Max told you we're not gonna make
that kind of movie.

I know. But so did every girl
that I worked with on back door brides...

and then again
on back door brides two.

But five minutes later
it was "here comes the bride."

Oh, good. You still have your tops on.

They don't have to make girl-on-girl
porn film for money.

I got you big duza day party.
Three hundred cupcakes.

Oh, my god, that's $1200.

No, it's for free.

You do it for connections
and for the hot-and-cold pierogi buffet.

I don't know if we should take free work
now. We're doing this TV thing...

and if we get it,
we don't know what our schedule will be.

Oh. I didn't know
i was talking to cagney and Lacey.

Yeah, well, suit yourself.

We're sorry, Sophie.
You have every right to be mad.

- Would a cupcake help?
- Always.

Well, I just texted the third girl
not to come, so let's get this over with.

This is so exciting. We're gonna be great.

- We got this, girl.
- Okay, stop.

On every reality show, people say
lame things that we can never say.

No fist bumping. No high fives.

You can't tell me to bring it, shut it down,
or put our cupcake business on the map.

You can't tell me to "go, girl"
or "bring my a game"...

- and we don't "got this." Cool?
- Cool.

- But we do got this, right?
- Yeah, we got this.

Okay, here we go, girls.
Arch your backs.

Sorry, force of habit.

- Action.
- Hey, what's up?

I'm Max and this is my partner, Caroline,
and we're Max's homemade cupcakes.

And by homemade, I mean, ho-made.

You go, girl.

- We're an online bakery...
- Well, we have a website.

And we're based right here
in williamsburg, Brooklyn.

And this is where the magic happens.

This is our kitchen-slash-living room-
slash-my bedroom...

Slash my wrists, because I'm trying
to bake all night while she sleeps there.

And here is our purple stove.

Just because you're poor,
doesn't mean you can't have style.

- Or a horse that just came in unannounced.
- Oh.

- This is Chestnut.
- He's our test audience.

- But we don't feed him chocolate.
- Because that would kill him.

They have a horse.

So pick us because we're hard workers,
we love the show...

and we're females
getting their own, on their own.

And cut. That was so great.

Chestnut walking in out of nowhere?
We could not have planned that.

Oh, but I did.

That's our gimmick. Try to beat that.
Two girls with a horse.

And how is this not a porn film?

We knew it. We got it.

I knew it. I saw it.
Is this how you imagined it...

when you were laughing at all
the dumb-dumbs on cupcake wars?

I cannot believe I'm auditioning to be on
cupcake wars. I'm on the show I watch.

Life is totally awesome.

Good morning. I'm the cupcake wars
talent coordinating producer, Janis.

You are awesome.
Your show's awesome.

Who would I talk to about
getting a mug to take home?

Not a gift shop.

Janis, hi, I'm Caroline,
and this is my partner, Max.

Loved your tape. Great characters.

- We are?
- We are.

We're about to start with intros.
The other team is up and then you.

And remember to byob.

If I knew I was allowed to bring
a bottle, I wouldn't have chugged it...

Max, that's not what she meant.
The food network is very pg.

Janis, byob?

Bring your own brand,
just like you did on your tape.

You're edgy with big boobs,
you're the try-hard.

- I'm sorry, I'm the what?
- That's your brand.

The muscle and the hustle,
the double d's and the ditz.

I went to wharton. I'm not a ditz.

Well, you ain't the double d's.

Can you believe she openly commented
on my goods?

All right. We're ready for team 1.
Step up.

- You have 30 seconds.
- Okay, cute aprons...

but what's their brand?

In five, four, three, two.

- Hi, I'm Felicia.
- And I'm blanche...

and we're representing
the Crescent city.

Felicia & blanche:
We're talking about New Orleans, y'all!

Cute accents, but no one
has a scrappier story than us.

Back in 2005,
when hurricane Katrina hit....

Say what?

The levee broke and flooded
our whole neighborhood....

- Say what?
- Our community was devastated.

And we thought,
hell, yes, Katrina hit us hard.

But hell, no, we are not giving up.

We needed to find a way
to keep on keeping on.

Katrina? Their brand is Katrina?

Even my goods can't upstage that.

We wanna win cupcake wars
so we can finally open a storefront...

in our little neighborhood.
Make our business official.

And find a way to put
money back into our community.

That's what we're all about at...

Both:
Neighbor cakes.

Both:
Boom! Ha-ha-ha.

Great. Great.
Max's homemade cupcakes, you're up.

Why'd we name the company after me?

Neighbor cakes versus
Max's narcissistic cupcakes?

We're fine. Don't freak out.
Just do our thing. Like we did at home.

- No need to panic.
- In five, four, three, two....

Yo, what's up?
I'm Max of Max's homemade cupcakes.

They're ho-made. Ha! Get it?
Because she's a ho.

She's got the boobs
and I've got the brains.

- Right, Max?
- Uh, kind of.

We bake at home
in our apartment, which is...

A disaster area.

Really. It's a mess
and we don't have our rent.

[Rapping] The rent is high, not gonna lie
we hung out to dry, neither has a guy

yo. What up? Cupcake wars! Right, Max?

- Um, I don't even know...
- We bake because I lost all my money...

and her mom drinks.

Oh, I'm Caroline, and cut.

Okay. Well. Heh. Okay.

- Did I just freestyle rap?
- Yes.

And you also called our apartment
a disaster in front of two ladies...

whose apartments washed away.

- Hi. Everything okay over here?
- Yep.

Ditz and double d's. On track. Byob.

Great. Can we all gather
to reveal the secret ingredients?

What's it gonna be?

Anything. I saw a St. Patrick's day
theme where a team made...

- a beer-and-lucky charms cupcake.
- Right up your alley.

- I hope it's that.
- Today's theme is soul food.

[Felicia & blanche cheer]

- Ooh, we got this, sister.
- Sister, this is gotten.

Woo-hoo!

Some of the ingredients
include okra, molasses, collard Greens...

sweet potato, buttermilk,
chicken and ham hock.

Ham hock? Isn't that a character
in the hobbit?

- In three, two....
- Here we go, girl.

Sister, we are screwed.

We can do
our sweet-potato-mash cupcake.

Ooh, with peanut-molasses drizzle.

Gumbo cupcake. Gumbo cupcake.

Caroline:
What are we gonna do?

Max:
I don't know.

Caroline: What are you looking at?
- The camera.

[Chanting in unison]
New Orleans, New Orleans

we got this, gumbo cupcakes

- good luck, Caroline.
- Stop it, Max. What's wrong with you?

It's happening. We're the dumb-dumbs.

We are not the dumb dumbs.
I went to wharton.

All we have to do
is pick three ingredients.

And we're ready to pop them
in the oven.

How can they already be going
in the oven?

- Oh, that gives me an idea.
Caroline: What?

Put me in the oven.

Okay. We just have to start.
It'll come to us.

- Bring it all.
- Ugh. Just my luck to get soul food...

when I don't even have a soul.

[Chanting in unison]
New Orleans, New Orleans

we got this, gumbo cupcakes

that is not catching on.

So, what are you thinking, Max?

[Chanting]
New Orleans, New Orleans...

I was wrong, it is catching on.

Stop that. Start thinking about
the ingredients while I do the baking.

I've seen you do it.
We just need milk, right, Max?

We got this, gumbo cupcakes

here's the milk. So I'll just
pour this milk into this mixer.

It looks like I'm baking, right, Max?

- Aah! Watch what you're doing!
- It's flooding! It's flooding!

Oh, great, you said flooding.
What's next, fema? Superdome?

- This is a disaster.
- Ugh. We are the worst team ever.

- We are not. What are you doing?
- Putting shrimp in my pocket...

to take home.
We gotta get something out of this.

Just start tasting this stuff
so we can figure out what we're making.

It tastes like a foot.

And now I'm using some flour.

We use flour when we bake. Right, Max?

Oh. That is hot. Ooh, that's too hot.

That is hot as the devil's ass.
Oh, my mouth's on fire.

Where's that foot thing?

Aah....

Move over. I'll help you. What is this?

It's vanilla. It's sweet, Max. It's sweet.

Now we just have to pick
something else. There. Ham.

We're making a vanilla ham cupcake.
That's it. Vanilla ham.

- You're a vanilla ham.
- Good.

Insult me. Yes, you're coming out of it.

- Here we go.
- We're not going anywhere.

- I'm on my show and I'm losing.
- Forget we're on the show.

Pretend we're in the diner, Oleg is stoned,
we have all these ingredients...

and got slammed with people
who want cupcakes. What do you tell me?

Well, first, I tell you to leave
so I can get stoned with Oleg.

Okay, if I was stoned,
what would I know about soul food?

Ludacris is always talking about how
much he loves waffles with chicken.

Chicken-and-waffle cupcake.

Yes! Chicken and waffles.
You better watch it, girls.

Here comes chicken and waffles
from big boobs and try-hard.

As ludacris would say,
move bitch, get out the way.

Let's go. We gotta bring it.

We gotta shut this down.
We are bringing our a game.

It's time to put our cupcake business
on the map.

We got this. Oh, my god. I said them all.

[Caroline laughs]

Empty the mixer. We still have time.

[Max laughs]

Look at the blond dumb-dumb.

Sophie:
Congratulations, Max.

Sophie, we didn't get it.

Oh. Congratulations, Caroline.

- I told you we didn't get picked.
- What am I supposed to do?

Walk around
with a purse full of confetti?

I'm so sorry, ladies.
But you know what they say...

when god closes a door,
you work here.

It just wasn't our day.

We got flustered at first,
but we did end up making a great cupcake.

Oh, say it.
We got hit by hurricane Katrina.

True. Hard to believe,
but the other team had a better brand.

Oh, please. Blaming it
on a disaster from years ago.

- You weren't there, so I don't...
Sophie: Oh, I don't wanna hear it.

I mean, you had huge opportunity
with duza day...

but you passed on a real job...

waiting for your big break
on a TV show...

just like everyone else in America.

See, you tried to take
a shortcut to success...

and you end up
with a mouthful of confetti.

Sophie's right. We went on television
with the ridiculous expectation...

that we'd make it overnight.

But that's not who we are.

We're gonna have to do it
the hard way, slow and steady.

The tortoise and the whore.

Well, what can I say, caramel.
By the way, that's your whore name.

[Caroline chuckles]

Looks like it's back
to selling cakes one car at a time.

I'll just put these ludacris specials
in the display case.

You do that, cinnamon.

Oh, no. I actually have a whore name.
And that's not it.

- What is it?
- Max. Duh.