Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, it's supposed to be.

someone like him really needs somebody

- That's-that's intense. - [laughs]

a place for artists passing through town.

- TJ? - Yeah. [clears throat]

I see how these white folks are all the time, man.

- that's the problem." - [guests gasp softly]

my fucking money, Nando!

- Word? - Yeah, um,

- ♪ To stay... ♪ - [yelps]

I just did four stops in Europe with Rihanna.

- Alfred, is it? - Yeah, man. Al or

I wanted to run something by you.

Honestly, it was the most fucked up thing.

Any, uh, U.K. artists we should be listening to?

Uh, K-Trap? He's pretty dope.

Nah. Is he here?

[woman laughing]

My bad. I guess I'll just throw that in the pot.

- That's chicken thighs there. - Ooh, it's ready to go.

I'm sorry. I can't remember her name.

I mean, we both know how this needs to go, right?

Oh, man. Al, man.

I think you need to live in the moment more.

Is that crazy? I... You know,

Is this what rich white niggas do over here?

But that's all right, though.

*screen door opens

[TV playing in the background]

That's fucked up.

Hey, I ain't clean you out

- Great. - Uh, Van?

[laughter stops]

Alfred, my God,

EARN: Oh, no, man, not our problem, man, not our problem.

[music playing in distance]

[clattering in distance]

♪ Stupid, I thought 'bout buying a gun... ♪

- being all racist? - You're fucking sick.

- What? - How I'm supposed to handle this, man?

Nice to meet you.

[laughs]: I'm not Alfred. I'm okay.