Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, fucking hell.

Start with a compliment.

- It was okay. - Okay?

I know I should be more like Lenore and not care, but I just can't let it go.

Oh, no, no, that's not true. No, I say that to myself all the time.

My technique is fine, Tanya.

It's our concept, our logo.

Can you believe this?

- Maybe later. - Do you mind if I do?

Are we doing crow's feet?

Basketball is more important than art.

All right, call me later.

Plus I do know a lot of horny ladies with cash.

I have an M.F.A., Lenore.

- I want to see your pecs. - My what?

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Now, do you approve of this budget right here?

I don't want a lawsuit on my hands.

I don't really dance.

"Who gives a crap about this shitty temp job or if this puke shit gets done?"

Fine, it was exhausting, irritating...

But seriously, Lenore, we are a high-end service...

So he'll do me for free?

What do you do, then?

They bought it when a view of trees and water...

I thought you'd be like a social worker or something by now.

- Think they're gonna lay us off next? - No, Mike.

So these clients of yours?