Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Oh, man. -It's Comic-Con, you idiot.

Lady, I got four kids, no husband. I make $8 an hour.

There's no fine print. This is bullshit!

-Is that just lawyers? Shit. -Please.

Because success turns me on.

Are you a closer or a loser?

Well, doesn't anybody wanna buy anything?

Wow, this is some potent shit.

I think I might actually be addicted to sugar.

So. Hands up, raise those hands. Who wants to be me?

Consider yourself lucky. I'm fucking poison.

-It's all good. -Hi. I'm Andy Botwin.

My client wishes to dissolve the partnership.

Hey. I'm Tenly.

We must leave right away.

I'm the Huskeroos Girl.

Doesn't say anything about a drug kingpin.

So where's your partner?

You certainly are.

I didn't ask him.

And if success doesn't turn you on...

And if all goes well, there's a bonus in it for you.

Get down! Everybody down!

Fuck you. This club was my idea and you ruined it.

Fine. Keep your swarthy jihadi. I want Tenly. It's my place too.

I still want my rain-check hand job though.

Esteban feels that you should have the baby here at home.

We need to get out of here right now.

Why would you wanna be stuck with me?

Now you tell me, when it's too late.

-Nancy. -Hair dryer.

And don't forget, I'm giving a 10 percent discount...

...and then we can begin the distribution of all business assets.