Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Get over here, come on. - Aah.
Well, let's get to selling, people.
Where am I?!
Oh, you're still vice president, Tammy.
♪ She'll talk about it later, she'll circle back ♪
Hey, there's a plate
♪ Ooh, quarter-assin' ♪
the Wagstaff small business class.
My identical twin brother has been dining and dashing
It's called Zeke's hot nut sack
and "Terrible at business" would be placed
You might as well try to sell the whole stupid company.
Calculator, check. Business casual barrette, check.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - (school bell rings)
Not gonna let that bother me.
Oh. Where we do.
So I made Wood Chuck.
No, just chips and chocolate-covered almonds
(slurping)
You broke Liam Joe!
Go, Bob, g... Oh, Bob gave up.
We couldn't finish these next door,
TINA: This is kind of nice.
- Ugh, but who? - Yeah. Ha-ha.
We can sell them for 25 cents a pair,
Ugh. Imagine having a brother like that.
I'm tired of dashing, Bob. Can we start over?
I didn't make a sales chart, but if I did, it would go like this.
Fine. We need dust masks and Band-Aids and gloves
Fool me twice, guess where the shame is now? Still you!
but you don't want to attract looks.
He's, like, super busy in a meeting or something.
What, I should have caught him? He had a huge head start.
I've never hit a place three times.
It's a clown nose for horses.
- What can go wrong, huh? - Okay.
and a second kind of chocolate-covered almonds.
We celebrated all our sales
- Teddy! - You're Bob's kid,
How stupid do you think we are?
- ♪ A little bit of the cheek. ♪ - (door bells jingle)
- Let's do it. - LOUISE: Ah, Tina.
By the way, Rudy, thank you for letting me stand on you.
- and down a little. - Yeah, that checks out.
- Okay, it's him. - Damn it!