Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hard sell. But I'm gonna have to go with the dynasty. You're out.

Fuck that. We're the Los Angeles Death Squad.

- Honey. - [chuckles]

Get it? Girl on girl.

Haven't you learned anything from that sad fucking scene study class?

I'm gonna be casting a squad of 12 women

Creepy, but I like it.

I gave you basic direction. You didn't follow it. You're both out.

I'm coming for you, Hep Cat.

[dance music playing over speakers]

Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling.

Get loose, ladies.

You're wrong about me.

Can I apply for a pardon?

no character work, so, yes, we improvised.

There is a law, and you broke it.

and watch them get their pictures taken, and it's not fair.

and I thought of you.

get your headshots out,

So, I bring you in so they can see that they don't actually want

I'm really sorry.

Oh, make it stop.

♪ Yes, I am the warrior ♪

Okay. We'll see.

- [clicks] - [tape rewinds]

[Sam] How old are you?

♪ You make me feel ♪

So, fingers crossed, again.

- Better make it count, then, right? - [Salty] Next.

My apartment key. Fuck.

I'm Sam Sylvia.

How much acting will there be?

I'll do the rest.

♪ You know I still love you ♪

♪ I'm not gonna take it anymore ♪

One second, I think, "Fuck, yeah, she's hot,"