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Fuck it.

Yo, lemme turn this up. Yo!

-I can't even do this.

Where are your sleeves, bro?

What are you, Chris Brown in 2016?

Yo, Tyco's a demon!

Ha-ha! Yo!

Oh, rise and shine, beautiful!

Dawg, you're sittin' here dashin' chips?

You're supposed to be makin' chips, bro.

What's goin' on with the StayRover shit?

Holy, why's this guy blazin' me for?

Yo, the basement's bless

and we already secured our first guest.

Excuse me?

Uh, the water's not working downstairs.

Don't worry, the upstairs bathroom be free for you

just now in about two seconds, ma'am.

Thank you.

Yo, Eric!

Hurry up and jump out the washroom!

Dawg, why you yellin' like that so early?

Yo, easy on the frame!

Fuck you and don't yell at me!

♪ Money can't buy me happiness... ♪

Who is this guy?

Bro, who is this you think he is?

Yo, Evs, you can give me a ride to Zenithon?

Yo, Ev!

The man's like a laundromat worker or somethin', broski.

I can't even look at you right now, it's crazy.

Cut it out, bro. I told you $19 an hour

was not gonna cut it, bro.

How much are you really gettin' paid over there?

- $35 an hour. - Holy!

You said 35? 35, eh?

- Wow! - Holy shit.

Holy, can I have a dollar, Bill Gates?

Yeah, let's see if he doesn't get fired in two days.

Are they hiring? - Yeah, honestly, I could text--

Psych, nigga. I'm not a fuckin' sellout.

Whatever, man. You gonna give me a ride or not?

Alright. Yo, your zipper's half down, though.

It's a little cold outside.

No, it's half up. That's how I rock it.

- Ah, just zip it up. - Bro, that's how I rock my shit.

Ah, just gimme a quick zip, real quick.

- For what, bro? - Just zip it up.

Bro, you worry about Zenithon, bro.

Don't worry about Shazam shit. - Your zipper's down.

I'm just saying zip it up. Lemme see you zip it up.

It's good as is, bro. It's how I rock it.

- You sure it's not just broken? - Broken? What?

Okay, bro, this is money. These aren't cheap.

Now your zipper's all the way down, gang.

Oh, shit.

Alright, let's get the fuck outta here.

Yo, fix that water, replace my fuckin' chips, man.

- Those aren't my chips. - Exactly.

My Chrisss...

Everett totally hacked our immigrant idea,

and when you're here, securing a job's gonna be easy.

I mean, you might have to interview,

but everyone at Shazam is a fucking idiot,

so, I mean, don't even get me started on my boss.

Like, the other day, he said--

- Sea breezy! - Hey!

Holy Bag-ladesh! What are you, the bag lady?

Oh, uh, don't-- sorry, I'll clean that up ASAP.

Sorry.

Holy shit, Carla, get it together.

I won't give up until we're together.

In the meantime, I'm sending more barrels.

Love and kisses from your baby, Carla.

Yo, Carla!

You check in on that adoption stuff for Michael?

Trust me, I have been refreshing my email all night.

You tryin' to stick me for overtime hours?

I'm tryin' to make sure we're not under fucking investigation.

I don't know why you're so chill,

like a PI wasn't just here.

Yeah, but what is there really to investigate, though?

Like, really, if you look into it.

Defrauding the government $30,000

and submitting false information on an undocumented immigrant.

Okay, but he's about to be documented, though.

- Is he? - Yeah. In due time.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit!

"Dear Mr. Saunders, yadda-yadda..."

They're sending a case worker to your house on Friday

for an interview.

Wow, the system is fucked.

Okay, so we're blessed, then!

Grant man comes by now, we tell him, "Fuck off.

"The guy's my son." We're legit.

Okay.

What should I expect from the case worker visit?

Probably just, you know, make it a warm,

loving environment.

Yo, Eric! Jump out the washroom!

No screamin' and shit.

Yo, easy on the frame!

Yeah, no.

Uh, like a wholesome... family.

Fuck you and don't yell at me!

You mind pullin' up a "How to adopt a child" tutorial?

Just drop me a link.

Alright, we lost Eric, so I need y'all niggas

to hold your weight, alright?

Hassan, I'ma need you to supervise while I float around

and schmooze Trish for the Grand Marlow job, alright?

I'm at the end of my fast but I can supervise what I can,

but I'm cooked right now.

There's no way you're tellin' me it's still Ramadan.

- It is, though. - Fuck.

Alright, fuck, the rest of you, lock in.

Carla, what we doin'?

Uh, Trisha's office is having their floors polished

so you guys are in there to take shit out,

and then back tomorrow to put shit back in.

Trisha's the one who decides what jobs we get,

if any, so let's take ourselves serious today.

Everett! Ev! I'm here, bud!

I'm here.

Oh, shit, Doug, I forgot you're down two legs.

Yeah! I told him he needed to rest, but you know my Dougie.

Alright, Doug. Alright, Doug.

Alright, Doug.

Oh, baby. Yeah...

Oh, shit, pumpernickel!

Mm-hm! Your favourite!

Pick me up at 6, babe?

Ahh...

Tyson's gonna have the car, baby.

So, uh, don't be mad. Don't be mad.

I'm not mad. It's okay.

No, it's alright. It's okay, baby.

- I was just hopin' to see you. - I know, I know.

Alright, Doug. Alright, Doug.

You make sure you help him piss.

You understood? - I'll do it, yeah.

Okay. Bye!

Pretty hot piece of ass, eh?

Wait... that's your girl?

Hell, yeah.

I think that's his old lady!

Fuck's that supposed to mean, boys?

Deb's a goddamn smoke show, okay?

I'm not talkin' about the kind that happens

when you blow some shit up, eh, Ricky?

I can keep a secret...

No, yeah, no, she-- no--

No, she's beautiful!

Yeah, right, yeah. No, she's a good--

- She's gorgeous! - Mashallah , man.

I wish I could pull off leather pants.

Mucho bonita .

Yeah, mucho bonita , yeah!

Mashallah, Mashallah.

Very beautiful.

Fuckin' thought so, boys.

Alright, let's roll out.

Doug... literally.

You gotta pee?

Uh...

Hey, is this, uh, Zlad's crew?

Um...

Sit 'er down, brother! You're in the right place.

Yeah? Okay.

Zenithon finally catch the Shazam boy, eh?

Trini-T, scunt. What's up, man?

Not anymore.

I sell de company to Zenithon, so now...

I Trini-Z.

Holy...

Naveed?

Oh my goodness!

Eric, brother, is this really you?

What are you doing here?

Well, brother,

I give up on my driving school dream

and now I do moving job here. - Oh, okay.

It's fine, but this Zlad guy is a real prick.

What the diddly dick is up, shitheads?

I just dispatched 30 units around the GTA

and you guys are stuck with me!

We got a lot of jobs on the agenda today,

so I hope you fuckers are ready.

Gary? Three things you love about Zenithon, go.

Zenithon fucks.

That's one thing, shithead. I asked for three. Dave, go!

On time, organized...

- Naveed? - We are the movers

who move--

Classic ! Fuckin' mess!

So sorry, shit!

Those are Zenithon work orders!

My dad would be losing his shit!

What about I try dry the coffee like this?

But you're soaking it into the lacquer that we just

put on those MDF tables last week!

No, no, get out, get out, get out!

- Sorry, boss, I-- - You're fired!

Get the fuck out! What the fuck?!

- My God! - Fine, I don't need this shit!

Who the fuck wears a blazer to a moving job, anyways,

you prick?

Let's welcome Eric. He's new here!

He left his brother's shitty company to join us here

at Zenithon and it's up to all of us

to make sure he gets wind...

of what we do here at Zenithon.

Thanks, Zlad. I'm, uh, excited to be here.

Fuckin' right you are. Just like this guy.

He makes 35 an hour.

Ahh!

You got shit on!

Yo, did you poo yourself?

I did a little bit. Oh my God!

Alright, make sure that everything is in the hallway

past the elevators, okay?

Not in front of it, or behind it.

Past it. Alright?

Okay? The buffers are gonna need access to the elevators.

I don't want any shit in the way.

- Mm-hm, mm-hm. - Got it.

I was talking to the movers, Ti.

Me, too.

So, everything in the hallway past the elevators.

We understand de first lady already.

- Marcus! - Thank you!

Why don't you go to the front desk

and check for some packages?

Uh, you could take the stairs, or...

Tiana?

You, please.

Oh, shit! Of course.

On it right now.

I think these guys are gonna need the service elevator,

so if you could just take the stairs.

- Sorry? - The stairs.

Oh, right. Okay, uh--

- Not the fire escape, Tiana. - Right!

You're smart! - Yup!

Okay, yes, let's do it.

- I love her. - Yeah?

- She's good. - She's doin' a good job.

Tiana's workin' out, huh?

I swear to God, sometimes I feel like

she's trying to get fired on purpose.

Speakin' of firin' and hirin' and shit,

we gotta talk about the Grand Marlow.

Enough. I'm giving that job to Zenithon.

End of story. - Why the story gotta end?

This guy's a fuckin' prick, Zlad.

Because Hassan puked on my car, right?

- Hassan! - My bad.

And then Ricky, he blew up an entire elevator shaft.

Who did dat?

Yeah. And the owner of Zenithon

doesn't forge fucking signatures.

Okay, you did the same thing to me.

First off. - Yeah...

Second off, Ricky didn't blow up no elevator.

You can't just be sayin' that. - Yes the fuck he did.

And then three, yeah, fuckin' accidents happen

on the work floor. That's why there's insurance.

You're not supposed to abuse insurance.

Okay, we're not fuckin' abusin' insurance.

Who's abusin' insurance?

You're asking me to abuse insurance.

I'm not asking you to abuse insurance.

Okay, well, Zlad's team gets the job done

and in full uniforms that don't show off their asses.

When's the last time you seen my guys' asses?

Okay, come here.

Aw, shit.

Ass... Ass... Ass...

Okay, there's three diverse asses.

Yo, guys!

Pull the fuckin' pants up!

That was that time.

Before that?

Okay, you guys have been decent at best, okay?

Grand Marlow is next-level shit.

Okay, come on, don't do that.

Don't make a decision until we're done with this job.

Decision's made, bro.

Man, fuck that shit.

I don't know why you make us sound like

the worst moving company.

You should see what these other guys are doin'.

I dunno, I've seen some pretty reckless shit come from you.

You gotta see what these guys do.

You'll fuckin' throw up on the spot.

I've seen what I need to see.

Dat's fucked up.

- Oh? - Mm-mm!

- Um, but I-- you know what? - Mm-mm.

I actually have a new one coming in the mail,

so that's-- that's the matter of the fact.

- Yeah, I'm sure, yeah. - And that's all that matters.

I wonder what happens if I ask the community

how they feel about this.

Okay, well, you're in my office and you're making me

fuckin' nervous, and I was supposed to put it in that box

and I put it in this bin, and here we are.

That's not a good excuse to me.

- So why are you-- how dare you? - Let's ask the audience.

You know what? How about you step it up,

I'll marinate on Grand Marlow. Get the fuck off my back.

Fine.

- Okay. Thank you. - Alright, bet.

Get the fuck out of my office, please.

Alright, bet.

Guys, if anything is left out of place,

I'm gonna beat your dicks into the ground, okay?

You hear me?

- Heard. - Heard.

Hear this!

No. No what?

No!

-Bueno [?]?

No like never!

- Just this morning-- - No!

Fuck this morning, man! Fuck this morning!

No, 'cause, like, he farted--

No, he didn't! I don't give a fuck!

That's not what we do!

- Okay. - We're on the job site!

Get the fuck outta here! Get to work, all of you!

Alright, yeah.

We don't get paid to stand around! Come on!

Hassan, you seeing in there? Maybe we take a break, fast.

It's too late for breakfast, man.

No, no, no, no, no, man. Break...

I say maybe we take a speedy break.

A break-fast.

No, bro. No breaks.

Get this shit done sooner rather than later

so I can go home and touch my bed.

Yo!

Hassan! Lemme talk to you, bro.

Yo, you see how I'm handlin' these guys?

Look, you wanna supervise,

you gotta be all over these guys, man.

I'm on these niggas, man. I'm super locked.

- No, bro, you're not locked. - I'm locked, I'm locked.

Quick scope.

Alright, yo, look, with Eric bein' gone,

there's a lot of extra cash rollin' around.

You sort these niggas out and I'll sort you out, nigga.

- Okay, yeah. - Supervise this shit.

Ah-ah! Keep it locked.

Supervisor! Ah-ah!

Supervisor. Okay? Hold it down.

- I got you. - Finish my shit in here.

That's on me, bro. I'm sorry.

You know, first days on the job are always tough,

but tomorrow will be better.

- Yeah. - Just me and you

pickin' up cheques all day, so we can be boys!

Yeah, bring it in, bro.

- Appreciate you, bro. - Ahh, psych! Gotchu!

You fuckin' dingus.

You wanna hear a diss track, Shazam diss track, I made?

Stopped by the stu' on the way home from the office last night,

recorded this shit. Listen.

♪ Yeah, I didn't really wanna have to do it to 'em ♪

♪ But Shazam, man, you pissed me off

with that latest move... ♪

Don't hit me with the ball!

Throw!

Allez !

What the fuck? Yo!

Hassan?

You have to try this one, man!

Bro, my job is literally to make sure

none of this has happened. Do not swing that club!

And you... do not shoot the ball.

Why? Boss is basically my fatha.

I can do what I want. Please!

What? Fam, I don't know who your dad is,

but I know it's not the boss.

I'm your supervisor, so listen to me.

Hassan, Everett is basically becoming my brother, man.

His father is marrying my mother, so...

You think that gives you, like, special treatment or some shit?

Family rules, very different, okay?

Wake up.

Put the ball down.

Hassan, I think it's going to slip from my hands, Hassan.

- Ricky, please. - My hand is feeling shaky.

Hey! Come on.

Hassan, what you want me to do?

Alright, man. One shot, one shot.

Get it out the way and get back to work, please.

Uh, let's go, guys! Break time's over!

Stop fuckin' around!

Hassan, what the fuck? Yo!

Dawg, you call this locked?!

Okay, yo, come on, let's go. Let's go.

Watch your blood on my cushion, eh?

Yo, Hassan, I'ma drop you off at the ER

and I gotta get back to this job, bro.

No, I can't go to the hospital. I can't.

Dawg, what do you mean? You're bleeding in my backseat.

Bro, I don't have my health card.

I haven't had it for, like, 15 years.

What do you mean?

Bro, you know that Service Ontario line is mad long.

I can't do dat shit.

Alright, look, fuck, I'ma drop you off at mine.

I got some leftover ibuprofen, some ginger ale,

and I gotta fuckin' leave you on your own, dawg, sorry.

Never thought I'd be this down bad on Ramadan.

Yeah, maybe the fast life's not for you.

Yo, drive ya bumbaclaat car!

♪ Zenithon is the best ♪

♪ Fuck Shazam ♪

♪ Shazam... ♪

Alright, you gotta supervise yourself, so just stay warm.

Fuckin' cold medicine to help with the pain if you want.

And then, yeah, we got old pizza in the fridge

whenever you're allowed to eat,

and then just watch out for the, uh... Ah, fuck!

Okay, yeah, I gotta go. You good?

I just need a little snooze-az.

Five minutes.

Holy, I almost missed iftar ?

What time is it?

Hmm...

Yo, Crouton, lowe my plumbing, bro!

What are you doin'?

Your plumb is fuck!

I'm plumbing, man. What's the problem?

Bro, I hired a plumber! You don't plumb!

I plumb for five years in my country!

Man, that's some bullshit, man.

That's what I'm telling you right now, bro!

You're messing up my operation, bro!

Yeah, yeah, yeah! I need silence!

Bro, you're messing with my money right now!

Bro, are you serious?

You want it on? I'll show you!

I will turn it. Look!

- Whoa! - It is on!

Oh...!

Yo, listen! Hey!

Yo!

I need help!

You said you were an engineer!

I been engineer for 20 years!

Help!

You're takin' my money,

you're putting it into your belly!

Please!

Help!

Yo!

- Yo. - Yo.

How's, uh... shit?

It's alright.

I got blazed for farting, but...

besides that, it's alright.

You?

Shit's good. Shit's fuckin' perfect.

- Hmm. - Type shit, yeah.

Ricky told me you guys are kinda fallin' apart,

with Doug out, and just like...

No, no, no, no. Fallin' apart? No.

No, honestly, everyone started workin' two times harder

and shit, so I didn't even realize we were down any guys.

Oh.

Excuse me!

Oh, the plumber's outside workin' on the water.

It'll be back in a sec.

- There's a man on my floor! - A man?

Yo.

A man has extra pants?

Where are your socks?

Bro, I almost died in doo-doo water.

Yo, Carla, I'ma leave Hassan here with you and Doug.

It's his last day of Ramadan, so just take it easy on him.

Got it.

Light day.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Light day.

So, did Trisha notice the... glass?

Did she notice an entire glass wall smashed?

Yeah!

Was she pissed?

Ah, she's always fuckin' pissed.

Oh, yeah. True.

Take it easy, my boys.

Well, have a good day!

Let's get the fuck to work.

You know, Everett father

getting married to my mother, right?

So I'm gonna be boss's brother,

so that mean, Michael,

I'm gonna be...

You are my co-worker that is not working.

No, man, I'm gonna be your uncle, man!

You have to call me Uncle Ricky!

Mikey?

Boss' brother is right.

I am your uncle and I'm tellin' you, respect your Uncle Ricky.

He's not even de boss' brother yet.

Ah-ah! But I am your uncle and I'm tellin' you,

you have to respect him.

- You hardly my uncle! - Ah!

You left Nigeria when I was a baby!

Ah!

When last did you come to Nigeria?

Ah-ah!

Ricky... you know his accent is fake?

Ah!

Boss is the only family I need.

I'm going to tell your mother!

Holy shit.

These barrels are fuckin' stacked.

So, like, where's all this stuff going?

Very good cause.

Oh, like, a charity?

Yeah. You could say that.

- What's it called? - What?

Like, the charity. What's it called?

Chrisss.

Who's Chrisss? Who's askin'?

Oh, I'm askin'. What's it to you?

Nothin'. What's the big deal?

Who is he?

It's for my boyfriend, okay?

Um, we met in Jamaica and fell pretty hard.

What the hell?

And now we're sendin' him barrels?

With food in it?

Carla, you're getting boopsed.

No! Uh--

Finessed.

Rinsed.

No, I'm not!

Chrisss loves North American snacks.

Why do you say it like it has three S's?

Because it does !

Pfft, this guy's fucked.

You're fucked!

Your girlfriend's pushin' 60!

Yeah, no shit, Carla!

She's a cougar! She's supposed to be old.

Well, you...

can shut the fuck up about what I do with my boyfriend, okay?

Just... keep packing.

I gotta buy 40 boxes of Gushers, so...

these better be packed and shelved

by the time I'm back.

Well, how are we even supposed to get it up--

Use the forklift!

Uh, listen, I gotta go...

pray real quick, so...

What do you mean?

I gotta go-- I gotta go do my thing, so...

What, you're leavin' me with all this?

You got it, you got it! You good. You're able.

I'll take a steamy shit with three S's for Chrisss

in these barrels.

Yo, Trish.

I brought you a coffee.

Ooh! Where's my fancy coffee?

Yeah, where's Tiana's coffee?

- Only had 10 bucks on me. - That's sad.

Look, man, I feel bad about that glass breaking,

but I swear, this guy barely fuckin' touched it.

- Honestly, it's whatever. - Really?

I mean, it's happened, like, two times since we moved in,

so you're in the clear, but I'm still counting it as a fuck-up.

Hey, no, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

I still-- I still need that. - Uh... oh.

Oh, you're keepin' that poster?

Uh, it's got coffee on it. Uh...

Hold on, you're not about to get a new one

like you said yesterday? If you wanna throw it out,

if that's what you're doin', you might as well--

No, I'm keeping it.

Only if you were already gonna keep it and...

- Okay. - Type shit.

Especially with the stains and shit.

So, what I'm hearin' is the glass break was inevitable,

and you're still feelin' good about the Grand Marlow?

I considered it, and then I remembered

that this isn't fucking charity. You cannot have it, period.

Holy, bro!

You might as well throw out that BLM poster for real.

What is this? What?

I mean, clearly my BL doesn't M to you, so...

Get the fuck out of my office.

I don't know who keeps letting you in here.

See, that's what I'm talkin' about, man.

Thanks for the coffee. You forgot a straw!

Check your butt.

Mmm...

You good, dude? It's been a minute.

Yo!

Uh, I'm just doin', like, a really big prayer right now.

- Oh, shit. My bad. - Yeah, yeah.

Yo, isn't, like, eating while you fast haram ?

- Yeah, no, no. - Yeah, or no?

- No, yeah. - No, or yeah?

No, like, on the lows, on-- high-key, I'm high--

uh, hyperglycemic,

so I have low blood sugar.

Oh, so you can eat while you're fasting?

Yeah, yeah.

It's like a medical condition that I have,

so God was just like, "Hold dat."

Oh, well, yum to Allah, I guess.

Finished with the donation bins,

so forklift's ready to go whenever you are.

I gotchu on that.

I can keep a secret!

Heh-heh.

Yo, how many more cheque pickups we got today?

We still gotta pick up a quarter mill in 'Sauga,

but honestly I might just say fuck it and go over

to that massage joint on the corner of Yonge and Eg.

They have this secret door at the bottom.

Do you like BDSM? - I'm not into all that, bro.

Dude, are you serious? You gotta try it, man.

- I'm alright. - Don't knock it till you try it.

- Yeah, but I'm alright. - You gotta try it one time.

Ah, but you know what? I'm alright.

Hey, man. I'm gonna wheel outta here.

My son's here to grab me.

Oh, yeah. That's nice, man.

Kid loves to give me a hard time

but I can't really blame him.

I'd be upset too if someone was drillin' my mom out.

Let's go, Doug!

That's a kid?

We're all kids on the playground of life, bud.

This sugar crash has been a hell on me.

Yo. Yo!

- Yo, the road. - "Grand Marlow confirmed...

- Yo, the road! - "for 250-person property..."

Yes! Dude! Trish wants me, for sure!

- What? - This confirms it!

- It's confirmed! - What?

Brother, I would fuckin' dump my girl in a heartbeat

if she would just call me Zladdy one time

or give me a real signal!

She's such a bitch sometimes, though.

Yeah, bro, you're goin' too far now.

Ahh...!

Yeah, I dunno, I kinda like Trisha

so all this is kinda making me uncomfortable, bro.

I mean, I like her, too, but when she's not yappin'

her fuckin' mouth off.

"Blah blah, blah blah, blah blah!"

It's like, "Shut the fuck up, man!"

Yo, yo, yo, what the fuck, Hassan?!

Yo! - Hassan!

- Yo! - Wake up!

Yo!

Wake up! Hassan!

Yo, Hassan!

Throw your shoe! Take your shoe, throw your shoe!

Yo, what the fuck?

Hassan, wake up!

Huh?

Hassan!

Dawg, what the fuck?!

Oh, my-- Holy shit!

Yo, what the fuck is all this shit?

Why so much macaroni and cheese, man?

What happened, yo?

Nigga, you're the supervisor.

Hassan! What the fuck? My barrels!

What are you doin' with barrels?

These are your barrels?

Fuck it. They're for my boyfriend.

Oh my God, Carla, you're getting scammed!

No, I'm not!

A white girl with barrels full of snacks and shit?

Shipping it to a man in Jamaica?

It's the oldest scam in the book!

Oh, great, it's fuckin' Zeric.

Yeah, yeah. What you sayin', man?

What's up, big guy?

- Yeah, whatever. - What the fuck? What happened?

Carla's gettin' scammed and shit.

I said I'm not!

I'm tellin' you, you never heard of the barrel scam?

- Everyone knows. - She's gettin' barrelled.

Damn, Breeze, I didn't... Sorry.

Fuck you want, Zeric?

Oh, what do I want?

I want in on the Grand Marlow.

Yeah, newsflash, there's no fuckin' Grand Marlow.

Your boy Zlad got it.

There is no Grand Marlow.

Yeah, Hassan, he-- he break the glass.

I heard all about it.

I also heard this.

What the fuck is that?

Oh, fuck yeah, I'd fuck Trish.

But at the same time, she's just such a fuckin' bitch!

"Move this here, fuckin' grab this box."

Like, shut the fuck up and shake that ass.

- Ooh! Oh! - How 'bout that ?

Honestly, I see why her husband left, man .

What the fuck? How the fuck did you get this?

Popped the SD card out the dash.

Trish was my first call.

- Oh, he's cooked! - He's fuckin' cooked.

-Yeah, fuck Trisha, man.

Why you always fuckin' talkin' about Trisha?

She wants me to fold her like a fuckin' moving blanket!

What did she say?

Said the Grand Marlow's ours, gang.

- Are you guys' ears poppin'? - Huh?

I think we just fuckin' elevated.

Yeah!

- I told you! - Come on!

- Oh shit, what the fuck? - Yeah, yeah.

Oh, shit, uh, Naveed's gonna need a job, though.

- Hmm? - Yeah.

I told him we'll sort him.

Ah, that's some tomorrow shit, man. Fuck it.

Yo, Hassan.

Hassan! Hassan!

Back to life! Let's go!

Let's go eat, man. We gotta celebrate.

Yeah, I'll... catch you guys later.

Why'd you wake me up?

Bloodclaat! Look 'pon dis !

Them rich!

Sweet bits!

Yo, Empress!

Chrisss?!

How you doin'? Wah yah seh, my girl!

What are--

Ah, mi KD dis?

- How did you-- - Lord has mercy!

Mi love you, yuh know, gyal!

Pussyclaat, all dis!

Gushas?!

Fruit Gushas?!

I don't even nyam fruit, but when mi have gushas, mi do.

Jesus Christ!

Old Dutch?

Yeah!

Yeah, mon.

Mi last wifey no send mi no premium snack like dis,

yuh know, my gyal!

Are you scamming me?

Scammin'?

After mi buy my own flight and my own place fuh stay?

You tell me say yuh have a job fuh me,

so mi come fuh do de job!

Uh! And-- and fuh see my baby!

My likkle sweet bits. Are my food dis?!

- Yeah. - Christ, you have Cheerios.

Yo, yuh know mi lactose!

Still nyam it, yuh kno, dawg!

Jesus Christ! Wah we have here?

Fruit Roll-Up!

Yo, mi love roll-up fruit, ya know!

Hold on, hold dis.

Wanna hear a diss track, Shazam diss track, I made?

♪ Zenithon is the best ♪

♪ Fuck Shazam

♪ Shazam... ♪

♪ Fuck Shazam ♪

♪ And fuck Everett ♪

♪ Everett, the only bitch you got is Ricky ♪

♪ Hassan just thinks your job is a joke, he's so tricky ♪

♪ I heard jobs are gettin' slow,

it's time you built your résumé ♪

♪ Zenithon is hirin', baby boy, I'll give you better pay ♪

♪ Fuck your legacy ♪

♪ Shazam, man, that word, it just don't resonate ♪