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- Nessa, I know it's my week,

but I need you to stay with Mom

while I get some things

worked out at my apartment.

- What kind of things?

- I got kicked out.

- Dad...

- Don't worry.
I got it handled.

I actually found a pretty
fucking great situation.

I'm living in a 24-hour gym.

- It doesn't sound great.

- You gotta hear
the sales pitch.

There's hot showers,

clean bathroom, swimming pool,

hot tub,
clean towels on demand...

uh, fancy shampoo,

flat screens everywhere--

Cable, free Wi-Fi--
I mean, come on, Nessa.

This gym even has a gym.

Daddy gonna get swole.

- Aw, no, my lucky quarter.

The best part is,
it's $55 a month.

That's, like, $800 less
I was paying in rent.

It's just too bad I can't have
you here staying with me.

- Come to papa.

- As long as you're good.

- I'm thriving.

This is an upgrade.
Anyway, I gotta go.

- I love you, Dad.

- I love you too, sweetie.
- Bye.

- I found it!

- Congratulations, Arthur.

Can you find
some fucking drawers, please?

- Living in a gym
sounds awesome.

- Except they only gave me
one locker.

I don't have anywhere
to put my shit.

- Take this as an opportunity
to scale back.

It's quite liberating.

When I started sleeping

in the billboard car,

I was like,
"How will I ever survive

"without my books

"and my TV
and my pots and pans

and my mum's wedding dress?"

Which was the only thing
I had that reminded me

of a time when my parents
were both still alive

and I was just, you know...

happy.

The point is,
you really only need one pan.

- I still don't know how you
live in a billboard.

Like,
where do you go to shower?

- I go to my stepmom's place
in Hialeah.

But she's very mean,

so I have to sneak in
when she goes out to the bar,

which means I can shower
pretty much every night--

most afternoons too.

She's a drunk.
Whatever.

- So you have
a wicked stepmother?

- Oh, I have
the whole Cinderella package:

dead dad, evil stepmom,
two evil stepsisters...

except they're not ugly.
They're actually gorgeous,

and they're dogs.

- And yet they're evil?

- Ugh, that doesn't
even begin to describe it.

They are so mean to me.

They're just jealous because
I can come and go as I please.

- You just said you have
to sneak in to take a shower.

- Yes, but I can open
the door with my hand,

and that's what I mean.

It's getting late.
Should we call it a night,

try again tomorrow?

- Oh, about that.

I can't tomorrow.

I have tickets to Dominine Con.

- What's Dominine Con?

- It's all these speakers
that get together

to teach you how
to get better at business.

They don't just teach you
how to domin-ate.

They teach you
how to domi-nine.

- Oh, I love that.

That sounds like something
Mark Wahlberg would say.

- He spoke
at the last convention.

Well, he didn't really speak.

He did a pre-taped chant.

But it's still
pretty cool though.

Anyway, I hate to bail on you,

but Rita Gaines is coming,

and I paid
for a gold-tier wristband,

which means I get
to pitch to her one on one!

I'ma see if she'll invest
in a saw palmetto farm.

- Oh my God.
This is amazing!

- So you're sure
you don't mind?

- Of course not.

This is why it's good
to be in a team.

One of can go into the city
to meet their hero,

while the other one trudges
through the swamp.

- Seems like you mind
a little bit.

- I really don't.
I love to trudge.

- What?

You never seen a customer
covered in snake blood before?

- Okay, tough guy.
Stop flirtin' with Paula.

Is it Paula?
- No.

- Hmm, that's interesting.

I'm usually pretty good
at spottin' a Paula.

I'll have a cheeseburger,
fries, coffee, milkshake--

coffee and a milkshake,

not a coffee milkshake.

Thank you, Paula.

- Sorry, not-Paula.

- Here you go--

here's Dad's old suit.

I don't know why you want
this ashy thing.

You're not actually gonna wear
this, are you?

- I have to.
Mine got bit up by a snake,

and I'm going
to Dominine tomorrow.

- Oh yeah... Dominine.

I looked that shit up online--

- I know.
I know.

You think everything of mine
is stupid.

- That's not true.
I like Vanessa...

and Camille.

You had that one hat I loved.

- The blue Kangol.
- But also, Dominine--

despite its dumb fucking name,
it sounds interesting.

I might check it out.
- For real?

Cause every time I talk
to you about business stuff,

you roll your eyes.

- Because you broke.

Nobody wants
to take financial advice

from a man who has
to borrow his dead dad's suit.

But that Dominine guy--
Rodney whatever--

he's got, like, three jets,

and DJ Khaled played his
ten-year-old's birthday party.

Two songs.
I can fuck with that guy.

Okay.
Okay.

Tickets are mad expensive.
- Already got mine,

plus something called "The
Power Broker's Parking Pass."

- No shit?
That's the best parking pass.

They got permission to paint
over the handicap signs.

Oh man.

I'm so glad
you want to do this with me.

Dominine.

- You learned
the secret hand gesture...

- Mm-hmm.

Profit gangster.

"Can't talk--busy balling."
I like that.

- Dominine tees.
Only 65 each.

- $65?

He's paying a light bill.

- Craig Foster.
Ready to dominine.

Okay, sir.

Looks like you're Gold Tier.

Here's your pass.
It's non-transferrable.

Don't lose it--
and your wristband.

Now I just need a credit card.

- Credit card?
I paid online.

I did early bird.
- Yes, I saw that.

I just need an additional
$39.99 for the lanyard.

- But the tickets
were already $400,

plus $200 for the Gold Tier.

- I'm sorry, I didn't realize
that you were poor.

Hey, Brenda, where are
the free lanyards for losers?

- That's cool, Brenda!

That's cool.
I got it.

- Attention real players
and big ballers:

the convention
will start shortly.

Time is money,
so get in those seats.

Oh.

- Warning.
Warning.

Warning.
The following presentation

may cause seizures, abnormal
growth of your bank account...

Yeah.

- For hundreds of years,

those who survived
the battlefield

did so by dominating.

But now, to dominate
is not enough.

Rodney Lamonca's money-making

strategies are too explosive.

A coalition of naysayers
and little bitches

has formed to stop it.

- I want him dead!

- It's intense, huh?

- Hey man, if you can get
people this excited

about spending 600 bucks,
you're doing something right.

- Because Dominine Con
is about to begin

in three...

two...

one...

nine.

Come on, get up!

Come on!
Let's go!

Let me hear you!
What?

What'd you say?

I got a question:

who here is wet for a payday?

What?

I said,
who here is wet for a payday?

My dear, he's dripping wet.
You're soaking.

Let me feel them panties.
Let me feel them panties.

Look at that--
oh it's wet!

Oh, shit.

Are y'all ready?

Throw me some nines, huh?

Throw me those nines.
Get 'em up high!

Hey, hey, hey,
shut the fuck up.

All right.
We gotta keep the show moving.

That's like
my mama used to say--

she used to say, "Rodney, you
gotta share the stage.

You gotta share."

That bitch was poor.

Okay?
She was a teacher.

And she never wanted

to be anything
better than that.

So we don't have to listen
to that bitch, do we?

Right.

I'ma bring out
the first speaker tonight.

This woman is a trailblazer.

She's one of the most
incredible female entrepreneurs

I've ever been around.

Oh, and by the way,

she's a fucking knockout.

All right.
Let's bring her to the stage--

my wife, Katrina Lamonca!

- I read online that
we should get in line

for workshops now.
They fill up fast.

- All right.

- How amazing is my husband?

"Tech Start-Ups

and the Culture of Creation."

- Yeah,
but that takes up all morning.

I gotta get in line
for Rita in an hour.

Plus, what do you care
about tech start-ups?

- Look, I didn't wanna say
nothin' 'cause I thought

you'd be a dick,
but I'm startin' an app.

- What?
- Just forget about it,

all right?
- I thought you never wanted

to have a job.
- I never wanted

to have a boss.

Plus, I like my life,

and I don't wanna end up
dead or in jail,

so I'm playing out
a few options.

- Holy shit.
This is huge.

What's the app?
Do you have funding?

You know
I've always believed in you.

My little brother done good.

- Don't even start that shit.

Fuck you.

See you after.

- Zay.

- Don't you dare say it.

- I'm proud of you.
- You dick.

- God damn it.

- Come on in.
Workshop starts in ten.

Sir, you have a pass?

- Yeah.

What the fuck
happened to my lanyard?

- Clasp probably broke.

Bet it's on the ground here
somewhere.

It's been happening a lot.
- I paid $39 for this.

- Should've gone
for the $60 version.

- Thank you.

He'd better not.

Zay.

What the fuck?
Where'd you get those?

- Remember my buddy Nick?

He does
janitorial work here now,

and they do not do
background checks.

He let me steal some stuff
from the prep suite.

I ain't mad at this T-shirt.

- Hey,
are you the Gold Tier guy?

- Who's asking?
A loser,

or somebody with a huge dick
that knows what he wants?

- Huge dick.
- Then it's $350.

- They're sold out downstairs.
I'm so glad I found you.

- Thank you for your business.

And good luck layin' waste
to them haters.

- So this is
what you came here for?

You're not
really makin' an app?

- Fuck no,
I'm not making a app.

What app would I make?

Every app already exists.

- I was so proud of you.

- Well, you should be
even more proud of me, man.

I made 2,800
in, like, ten minutes.

- It's fraud!
You rippin' people off.

- Rippin' people off is what
Dominine is all about.

$40 lanyards... $65 T-shirts.

We paid to steal
a handicapped parking space.

- They have to make money to
put together a good experience.

A good experience when all
the speakers are all related?

- Not Rita Gaines.
I am so fucking stupid.

I actually believed
you were here

'cause you wanted
to be here with me.

- I'm sorry man,
but it's just too good

of an opportunity to pass up.

The kind of people
that come to these things

are morons
just beggin' to get scammed.

- Fuck you.

You know what Rita says?
- Rita...

- "You gotta lose
the dead weight

"if you wanna soar.

You gotta trim the fat."

- Am I the fat
in this scenario?

- I'm done with you, Zay.

I'm trimming your ass.

Trim, trim.

- That's not as cool
as you think it is!

- Trim, trim, motherfucka.

- Hi.
I'm Prada Lamonca.

I'm sure you all know my dad?

I know what you're thinking.

"Prada, you're ten years old.
Shouldn't you be in school?"

No.
I quit.

Why would I want to learn
from someone who makes $40,000

in an entire year?

"But Prada,
teachers have good benefits."

Guess what.

Health care is not a benefit.

You know what is a benefit?

Confidence.

Let me show you.
I need a volunteer.

You, sir.

- Me?
- He's all, "Me?"

Yes, you.
Get up here.

Do you know why
I picked this man?

I picked him
'cause he is the hottest man

in this entire room.

Do you think you're hot, sir?

- I guess.

- Don't do that.

You just went
from an eight to a five.

Hotness is all
about confidence.

Own your shit.

Own your shit.

- Who in this room
is hotter than you?

This guy.

Is this guy hotter than you?

- What?
- No, he's not.

- What's not hot about him?

Oh, you were doing so well.

Come on.
Tell everybody

why this guy's not hot.

Is it his body?

Is it his face?

- I think it's his face.

His face is weird,
and it's not hot at all.

- Hey, where do you think
you're going?

- My friend's
having an emergency.

I'm sorry.
I gotta go.

- Wow.
See that?

You owned your shit,

and you
bullied him into leaving.

That's what I'm talking about,
people!

Get out of here, loser!

- What is it?
You okay?

- Yeah.
I wanted to show you

that I just killed a snake.
- Damn, big fella.

Why didn't you
just text me a photo?

And why are you
dressed so nice?

- Oh, this old thing?

I got dirty in the swamp,
so I had to change.

- Seriously.

- Okay, fine.

I wanted to come to Dominine.

It's just been a long time
since I've thought of myself

as anything
other than an Uber driver.

I thought
maybe if I came along,

I could learn some stuff.

So I put on my best dress,

which I wore to prom,
and also to my dad's funeral,

and I came right down here.

- If I had known,
I would've invited you.

But tickets are like $400.

- Oh, wow.
- Sorry.

- No, it's fine.

It's always good
to have an opportunity

to be put in your place.

That way, you remember
where you stand in the world,

and I am not a business lady.

I'm a swamp thing.

- You're not a swamp thing,
Jillian G.

Have some confidence.

Own your shit.

- I wish I could, but there's
no way of getting in here.

- Yes, there is.

Fuck!

What up, Trim Trim?

- Don't call me Trim Trim.

- What's this favor
you need from me?

- Do you have any extra passes?

- Fuck yeah,
I got extra passes.

Whatever you need.
- Let me get one.

- But I need you
to admit that I was right.

This conference is a scam, and
you're a dumbass for attending.

- Hi.
I'm Jillian, by the way--

Craig's snake friend.

No, I'm owning my shit.

I'm Jillian.
I'm a business lady.

- Your bag is leaking blood.

- Thank you.
That's valuable feedback.

I'll adjust accordingly.

- And if you don't give her
a pass right now,

I'ma tell Dominine
what you're up to

and get you
thrown out of here.

Say I won't.
- You won't.

Security!

Oh... okay.
Okay.

- Never mind.

Shit.
I gotta get in line for Rita.

Look, the pass
gets you in everywhere.

Check stuff out.
Have fun.

Maybe find a spot
to stash the blood bag.

- Copy that, partner.

- Damn it.

- Are you nervous for Rita?
- Nah.

I got this down:

20 seconds to chit-chat,
three-minute pitch,

a minute and a half
of questions,

walk away with ten to spare.

Always leave 'em wanting more.

- But you know we're not
getting five minutes.

They cut us down to 60 seconds.

- What?
No, no, no.

It's five minutes.

I checked
the website this morning.

- I guess more people showed
than they thought.

Sold too many
gold wristbands somehow.

- What do you mean
you're out of gold wristbands?

- It's the last bag.

- Well, what else you got?

- I don't know...

Got tees.
Lanyards.

I got a bunch of stuff leftover

from the renewable energy
trade show last week.

- Renewable energy...

- But isn't
Platinum Tier the best?

- Nope.
Emerald Tier

is the highest level--
higher than Platinum.

- Then why isn't it listed
on the website?

- 'Cause then
the media would find out.

You know how Rodney feels
about the haters in the media.

Yeah, they're useless.

They don't create anything.

How much?

- A thousand.

- Fuck it.
Let's do this.

What does this slogan mean?
"Go green."

- Oh, that's just Rodney's
private, personal mantra.

Green as in money.

Go get that money!

Oh, fuck yeah!

Go green, baby!
- Go green!

- Successful people are always
doing five things at once.

We don't just multitask.
We omnitask.

Right now, I'm talking
to all of you, sure,

but I'm also approving
galleys for my new book.

Oh, nope.
These need work.

- Yes, ma'am.

- How do we cut through,
though?

How do we do it?

How do we grab
someone's attention

and hold it?

- Sorry.
Oh, sorry.

You already started.

I was pushing,
but it was a pull door.

Sorry.
Sorry.

So sorry.
Okay.

Sorry.

I'll just go over here.

Sorry.

It's all right.
Business lady, so...

- Half of you have air horns.
Half of you don't.

If you don't have an air horn,
I want you to walk up

to somebody who does,
and I want you to tell them

who you are and what you do.

But I don't want small talk.

I want large talk.

What do I want?

Large talk.

- What the fuck do I want?

- Large talk.
- Fucking large talk!

- If you do have an air horn,
the second that person

starts to bore you, I want you
to blow it in their face.

It's not rude.

It's feedback,
and all of you need it.

Here we go!

- Hello!
I'm Jillian.

I'm--okay, large talk.

My business partner and I

are trying to start
a saw palmetto farm--

- What's up?
I'm Jillian.

Did you know that prostate
reduction is a million doll--

- Hey fucker!
I'm Jillian.

I'm a stone-cold bitch,

and I wanna make a billion
dollars by shrinking men's--

I'm Jillian.
I'm a...

tech investor--

Stock market person.

Rich widow?

Advertising.

I'm a major player
in the world of advertising...

- Nice.

- Oh, hi.

I'm Jillian, by the way.

I'm a stone-cold bitch.

- Hi.
I'm Nate.

I'm in advertising too.
That's why I didn't blow

the horn in your face.

Also, it seems
needlessly cruel.

- Produce for 2.30 a unit.

It's on wholesale for 9.99.

I just need an investment
to help build it--

- Time's up.
- Great job, Alvin.

I love your energy.

The idea's not for me,

but you're gonna do fine.

Next.

- Clock starts now.

- Hi, I'm Rita.

- Hi.
Craig Foster.

- Oh, so nice to meet you,
Craig Foster.

What do you have for me today?

- It's 4:00 a.m. in Miami.

I'm wide awake.
Why?

I have to pee, again,
and large prosta--

- I love your tie.

- Thank you.
It was my father's.

- Oh, that is so sweet,
and you know what?

The reason that
I mentioned the tie

is because I have a summer
cottage that I'm redecorating,

and I painted the entry hall
that exact color.

- Oh wow.
- I know,

and everybody told me, "Rita,
you're wrong about this one.

It's gonna be too dark."
But guess what.

It's perfect.
- Speaking of perfect,

saw palmetto berries--
- You know what?

Let me see this here.

I want to show you a picture.
Okay?

'Cause it really is
that exact color.

- Saw palmetto berries are--
- Wait till you see this.

- I believe you.
- You have to see this, though,

because really, it's
so great in the hall, and--

Now wait a minute.
Where is it?

Hold on.
- Time's up.

- Oh...
- But--

- Wait, I didn't show him
the entry hall.

- We really have to move along,
Rita.

- But--
- Great job, Craig.

And I love your energy,

Next!

- So then I moved
to the Zales campaign,

and it's just the same shit.

But my daddy owns the agency,

and I'm sort of being
groomed to take over,

so it's like,
what choice do I have?

Which is why I came here,
and see if I wanted to pivot,

and... I realize now I have been
talking for so long.

I am so sorry.
God!

If I still had
one of those little blowhorns,

I'd blow it right
in my goddamn face.

- I actually stole one,
if you'd like.

I thought it would be helpful
for scaring bats out of my...

fixed basement.

- So tell me about you.

Like, what kind
of advertising do you do?

- I'm in billboards.

- Oh, cool.
What, like in Miami?

- It's mobile billboards,

the kind people tow
behind their cars.

- Oh.

Is that lucrative, or...?

- I own a fleet of them.

- Oh, wow.
So yeah, you're doing great.

- Mm-hmm.

- If you don't mind me asking,

what are you doing here?

You know,
'cause this whole thing--

it's not really
for people who...

who've have made it.

- Oh, well, I'm actually
looking to raise money,

financial capital, to expand.

- I was hoping
you would say that.

Uh, there's this guy.
He's speaking,

and I know him through my dad,

and he invests
in advertising platforms, so...

maybe you
wanna sit down with him...

get a drink?

Professionally.

- Oh.
- Of course.

No, no, no.
I'm not trying

to set you up with him.

I'm trying to set you up
with me, if that was unclear.

Ah, this could have been
way smoother.

- I thought
it was really smooth.

- Rita.

- Oh, sorry--
restricted event.

- Is this
the private meet and greet?

I'm supposed to have access.
I'm Gold Tier.

- No, that private meet
and greet was at 1:00 p.m.

This is
the private jam session.

They're different.
It's Platinum Tier only.

- Can I just say hi
to Rita real quick?

- Platinum Tier only.

- One Platinum Tier wristband
will be $400.

- Now, could I also
interest you in--

- Just take my fucking card.

- Rodney is so driven,
it's frightening.

I'm not kidding.

I'm actually scared to be
in the room alone with him.

How cool is that, right?

- Our flip-flops were the
first ever bejeweled footwear

endorsed by UFC.
- Oh, okay.

Hey, Craig with the great tie.

I am so sorry about earlier.

That was just awful of me,

wasting all your time
talking about my cottage.

So what was your pitch again?

Something about
saw palmetto berries...

- You remembered!
Yeah.

Okay, well like I was saying,

these berries
can actually shrink--

- Hey bro.
I wanna talk to Rita now.

- Okay, well, we're
in the middle of something.

- Too bad.

- I'm Platinum.

- Yeah, you're Platinum.

I'm Emerald.
- Emerald?

- This gives me priority.

I'm the priority.
- I'm also Emerald Tier.

I am also priority.

- The security guard
said this was Platinum.

- Emerald Tier
is the most elite level.

You are not
in Rodney's inner circle.

- Rita...
- If these folks purchased

Emerald Tier, then, you know,

it's only fair
that I jam with them.

I'm sorry.
- Can we do it after?

- But I have my big speech,

so I have to get
to the green room.

But I can have my assistant
give you an email address.

- Give it up, man.
You shouldn't even be here.

Go green!

Go green!

Go green!

- I'm kind of
an advertising disruptor

in the viral space, so...

billboard cars
aren't really my thing.

But Nate says
I have to meet you,

and Nate's daddy's
pretty important, so...

Here I stand.
What'chu got?

- Um, well, I have my fleet,
and I'm looking to expand.

I need financial capital.

- A'ight.
What's your overhead?

How much you pay your drivers?

- Oh, I pay them very little,

not even enough to cover gas.

- See?
What'd I tell you?

She's a boss.

- I can't believe you can even
find anyone to take that job.

- Well, there are other perks.

They can set their own hours.

They can do other jobs
as they drive.

I think some of them even sleep
in the billboards.

- What?
That is nasty.

Where do they even shower?

- I can't even imagine.

I guess they must
just take a whore's bath.

- A whore's bath?

- Yeah, you know, when someone
takes a wet washcloth

to their pits
and private parts.

- So you're kind of
like a slumlord.

- Oh, she's not a slumlord.

I mean, there's just a lot
of losers out there,

and she's smart.

Sorry, I'm sure
not everyone that works

for you is, like, a loser.

- Yes, they are.

They're desperate losers.

You'd be so grossed out
if you met them.

- See, that's a mistake.

Never meet those people.

- Yeah, those people...

Um,
I'll actually be right back.

I have a shit-ton
of phone calls to take.

- Hell yeah, hustla.
Do your thang!

- Zay!

Zay!

Zay.

Come on.
We're leaving.

- Wait, what?
- You were right.

This conference is a scam.
I'm dumb for attending.

- What the fuck happened
to you?

- I didn't get
to pitch to Rita.

I'm never gonna get
to pitch to Rita.

I wasted $1,000.

- Plus 40 for that lanyard.

- Plus 40
for the fucking lanyard.

- Wait, hold up.
Hold up.

Your boy Zay
is formulatin' a plan.

Where's Rita at right now?

- Green room.
Speakers only.

Restricted access.

- I mean...
restricted for some people.

- Teachers give me
big bridesmaid energy.

They're just not stars.
You know what I mean?

- Rita.
- Craig.

- Sorry to barge in
on you like this,

but I thought I could pitch
you my business now.

- You can't be in here.
- I just need three minutes.

- This is
for featured speakers only.

Security!

- Rita, please...

Do you know where I was
when I woke up this morning?

Excuse me!
- It's okay.

- A 24-hour gym,
because that's my home now.

I have no car.

I work at a swamp.

I can't use my left hand

because I nailed
a python to it.

That's my job, by the way.

I get bit by snakes
for a living.

- I'm not investing
in this pitch.

It's sad and boring,
and for that reason, I'm out.

- I'm not pitching,
Prada Lamonca!

I'm just trying to explain,
I don't have much right now,

and yet I still spent $1,000

for the privilege
to come to this.

$1,000 to stand
in front of you.

$1,000 matters to me.
The least you can do is listen.

- Maybe I'm not the only one
who needs to hear this.

- What?

- So the teleprompter
is all loaded up

with the talk that
I was gonna give today.

But I don't wanna give
that talk anymore,

because I met someone,

and I just have to share
his story with all of you.

Craig!

Come on out here.

You.

Come on out here.

Help me bring him out
to the stage, y'all.

Come on, Craig.

Come on and see your people!

Look out into the crowd.

Now this, ladies and gentlemen,
is Craig Foster.

Do you know
what he told me backstage?

Every day, he gets up and hunts
pythons in the Everglades.

That's right.

He faces danger.
He stares down death

all to make
his American dream come true.

I learned firsthand
just how relentless he is.

Nothing can stop this man.

Now, if all of you had

the same fire burning
inside you that Craig does,

I'd be speaking
to an empty room today,

because everybody in here
would already be

a millionaire.

That's right.

So come on,
and let's give it up for Craig.

Oh, it's your day now.

Craig! Craig! Craig!

- I like it!

I like it!

- That was incredible.
I'm still vibratin'.

Thank you so much.

- Oh no.
Thank you.

And you were great up there.

Um, can I get that email
from you

so we could set a time
to follow up?

I never got
to actually pitch my idea.

- Oh, you know what?
About that...

I totally forgot.
I'm already invested

in the nighttime
urination space.

It's a wearable device

that collects pee
while you sleep, so--

think smart diaper 2.0.

It'd be a conflict of interest
for me to invest with you.

- Oh.
- But hey!

We're competitors now.

That's pretty cool, right?

Oh, you know what?

Craig, I want you to know
how inspiring it was

to hear about your struggle.

Never stop struggling, okay?

Promise me.

You'll never stop struggling.

- Never stop struggling?

- Got your texts.
- Oh, yeah.

I just wanted
to let you know I'm leaving.

- Tough day, Cinderella?

- Yeah, you know, it wasn't
what I thought it would be.

Guess I learnt a lot.

- Guess I learned a lot too.

Mind giving me a ride home?
- Of course.

Did you have a hundred
air horns blown in your face?

Because that happened to me.

- At least you got in free.

I paid $1,000
for a ten-year-old girl

to insult my face and body.
- What?

You have
a very nice face and body.

- I wasn't saying that
so you'd compliment me,

but boy, I needed to hear that.

- Hey, yo Nick!

- Hey Isaiah Foster?

- Oh, hey.
- Yeah, that's him.

- What the fuck?
You get off--

No, no, no, no!
Fuck you!

- Great work, guys.

Throw me some fucking nines.

- Not a doctor.
Shh.