Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

let me get a hit of that joint. This day just took it right out of me.

The only way to win is to hit back hard. Okay?

You wanna lock the door?

I just wanted to see where we are with campaign finance.

That's not true. You're gorgeous.

Funding the opposition's campaign ad. Must have cost you a pretty penny.

Nuking popcorn. Come on, man.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

- Yeah, broadcast quality. - Excuse me?

- I have both your numbers. - Okay.

It's around five grand a run. Four if they bro me.

Fucking unbelievable.

- It's totally sick, babe. - You're sick, babe.

Or we get a post house to do it for us through my independent film contacts.

I mean, full disclosure…

I know my way around planning codes.

- Thank you, yeah. - Hey, Jer.

Is that what you're about, Sheil?

- Do you like the ad? - No, we don't like it, Sheil.

I don't think of you, really. At all.

When we make our video,

A Russian gal that some of the girls at the club use.

Well, you certainly got the last laugh.

- There's butter on this already. - Yeah. That's how it comes.

Big heads. Ever see an actor? Biggest bobbleheads in the world, man.

But tomorrow we go give that guy a piece of our mind.

Let's watch it again.

And your face will get better. I mean, isn't that the whole point?

Take Greta here.

Steady. Steady eyes. Steady mouth.

If that's what it takes.