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- Hey, baby.

- Hi, babe.

- Are you watching
an old Bill Clinton speech?

- Alicia told me to look at it
to get some tips.

You know, I'’m thinking about
using his thumb-pointing thing.

Lolli,

you look great
in those tight pants.

They hug you just right,

and I'’m okay with that.

- Oh, Boyce,
that doessound like

something Bill Clinton
would say!

- [chuckles]
Hey, babe, what'’s all this?

- Well, I know you have
that photo op today

for Habitat for Humanity,

so I got you
some things to wear

for when you'’re building
the houses,

to make you
look rugged.

- Ooh, okay.

A little tool belt,
all right.

And, mm,
flannel shirt.

Boots. Okay.
Thank you, baby.

- Yeah, well, you know,
I may not know as much

about campaigning
as Alicia does,

but I do know how to make
my candidate look good.

This is my field.

Can'’t nobody play on it.

- How do I look?

- You look ridiculous.

- Well--well, Lolli thought
it would help me

look like one of
the common people.

- You look like
one of the Village People.

- What'’s wrong with it?

- Well, it'’s too clean
and perfect,

and could you have gotten
a smaller hammer?

Did you steal this
from a cobbler?

- You know better than
to insult a man'’s hammer.

- We'’ll stop off at Goodwill
on the way to the site

and get you some jeans
that don'’t have pressed cuffs.

- I don'’t know.
I don'’t know.

This is Lolli'’s field.

We'’re not supposed
to be playing on it.

- Look, the whole reason
we'’re doing this

is so that you can connect
with the working man,

and the working man
doesn'’t have a--

Gucci makes a wrench?

- It came with the cologne.

It was a gift set.

[soul music]

♪

Hello?

Lolli?

Babe?

- Boyce, is that you?

Honey?

Boyce, where'’d you--

Honey...

What'’s wrong, baby?

- [shivering]
Oh, I'’m so cold.

It was freezing
down there, babe.

I-I think I got
the hypothermia.

- Aww...
Well, let me warm you up.

- Uh, no, you know,

I don'’t have on
any clothes under here,

and I'’m feeling
kind of shy.

- Well, I'’m not shy.

Let me get a look at that
manly, house-building body.

- [stammers]
Uh, no means no.

Okay!
Look, I changed my mind.

How about we go on upstairs

and, uh, smash?

- What happened to
the clothes I bought you, Boyce?

- All right, Lolli,
here'’s the thing.

Alicia thought--
- Hold on.

I know she'’s not
trying to tell me

how myman should dress.

- Lolli, this isn'’t about
anybody'’s man.

She'’s a pro.

- Does she know who'’s been
keeping you fly

for the past 20 years?

Who took you
out of parachute pants

and put you
in baggy jeans?

Who put you
in five-button suits

when everybody else
was still wearing two?

And who gave you cornrows
for the Stevie Wonder tribute?

- Oh, man, I wish
Stevie could'’ve seen

that one right there.

- Boyce, Alicia needs
to back off.

- Look, babe, I know that
she can be a little abrasive.

- A little abrasive?

You could use her personality

to sand down
the side of a boat.

- All right, Lolli,
here'’s the thing.

She knows what she'’s doing,
all right?

So we'’re gonna have to learn
to work together, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Okay.
- Hey! All right.

So, um...

smash-wise,
where are we at on that?

- No, thanks.

I'’m feelin'’ shy.

- But I got
all these tools.

- Ah.

Here you go.

I just want to say,
I killed it

at the
voter registration drive.

- Thank you, Fletcher.

- Oh, no, please,
call me Stamps.

- Where did you get
that nickname?

- Eh, well, you know,
I'’d rather not say.

It'’s kind of personal.
- All right.

- You know,
I was seeing this woman,

and she, uh--

she called me Stamps
because

when you lick me,
I stick to you.

- Enough said.

- Then I take you
where you want to go.

- Well, Stamps, given that,

I guess
I shouldn'’t be surprised

that every single voter
you registered

is a woman
from 18 to 25.

- You wanted names?
I got you names.

- And phone numbers
and relationship status.

- Don'’t hate the data.

- You are off
voter registration duty.

- Oh! Why?

- Hey, everybody.

- Boyce, you'’re late;
they'’re expecting you

in a half hour
at the county fair

to judge the
butter sculpture contest.

- What'’s the rush?

- Well, it'’s hot,

and it'’s butter.

- For your information,

we'’re late
for a very good reason.

I had Boyce speak to
the St. Louis Mass Chorus.

They were eating out of
my baby'’s hand.

- Of course they were.
They were voting for him anyway.

You were literally
preaching to the choir.

- But if you had been there--

- I would have stopped you.

- I'’d like to see you try.

- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, ladies.

There'’s plenty of me
to go around.

- Actually, there'’s not.

I'’ve got you booked all day.

After the fair,
you'’re addressing

the Welders Local 558,

and then we'’ve got
the Kiwanis Club.

Play up your charity work.

You sang on
"We Are the World," right?

- Well, I was supposed to,

but me and Cyndi Lauper
got into a beef,

so I told Quincy Jones,
I said, "Hey, man,

you gonna have to
make a choice."

Well, you know
what happened on that.

- Okay, right,
and after the Kiwanis,

you'’ve got
the teachers'’ union.

- That'’s a big day.

I don'’t see Mayor Saxby
doing all that stuff.

- Well, he doesn'’t need to.

He'’s got a super PAC

raising more money
every week

than we'’ve raised
this entire campaign.

All right, let'’s go.

Butter'’s melting.

- You'’re melting, witch.

- Lolli!

- She didn'’t hear me.

- Yes, she did.

[crickets chirping]

[door clicks open]

- Loll?

Hey, babe, I, um,

brought you
a little something back

from the county fair.

Deep-fried Oreo.

Double Stuf.

- Sounds delicious.

- Babe, you okay?

- I'’m okay.

Boyce...
[sighing]

It'’s just that
we'’ve always done

everything together,

and now that you'’re
running for mayor,

I want to help you,
and every time I try,

I run up against
the Jolly Mean Giant.

- [laughing]

That'’s a good one, babe.

Look, Lolli,
this campaign needs you.

I need you.

I mean,
you aregoing with me

to the Rotary breakfast
tomorrow.

- Is Biggie Talls
gonna be there?

- Well, I mean,
it was her plan.

- Then no.
- [scoffs]

- She gets on my nerves,

and I want to put
my own stuff together.

- Well, then, you know,

maybe you should.

- Then I will.

Wait, how?

- You know, I was thinking,
remember when Alicia

mentioned that Mayor Saxby
gets his money from a super PAC?

I see no reason why
you can'’t start your own.

- Keep talking.

- I mean, that way,

you can raise money for me,

yet be separate
from the campaign.

- And separate from
the campaign manager?

- Yeah, Alicia can'’t
tell you a damn thing,

and it'’s the law.

- God bless America.

- Yeah. Hey.

All right.
I like that.

Well, you know what?

We should celebrate
your super PAC

with some of that smashin'’
we was talking about earlier.

- Right, but if the super PAC

is supposed to be separate
from the candidate,

wouldn'’t that be
a conflict of interest?

- I mean,
I don'’t have a conflict.

Do you have interests?

- I'’m gonna go run some water
in the tub.

- Hey. All right.

- Care to join me?
- Oh, shoot.

Come on, now.
Oh, wait.

I'’m--I'’m gonna get
the Oreo, though.

- All right, Stamps.
Here we go.

- Activate super PAC.

- Okay, I got highlighters
in every color,

Post-its,
and those little labels

that tell you
where to sign stuff.

- See,
we don'’t need Alicia.

Where'’d you get
all these supplies?

- Alicia had the box
on her desk.

- We'’re killing it!

[chuckles]
- Okay.

Let'’s figure out
this fund raiser.

What are we thinking?

Fashion show?

- Nah.
Wet T-shirt contest.

- Heck no.
- [scoffs]

Man, this is hard.
I don'’t know.

- Okay, Stamps,
you got to think.

Think big money.

Ooh, when we were in Vegas,

who was raking in
all the dough?

- The prostitutes?

- No, Stamps,
the casinos!

We could have
a casino night.

Get a couple
of craps tables,

ooh, play some blackjack.

- A few prostitutes.

- No prostitutes, Stamps.

This is gonna be classy.

We'’re gonna raise
a ton of money for Boyce,

and the best part is,

Alicia won'’t have
a damn thing to do with it.

- Yeah,
I'’ve had enough of her,

talkin'’ about,
"Stamps, it is illegal

to use voter registration
to get girls'’ phone numbers."

- Yes, and she'’s telling me,

"Lolli, Boyce can'’t talk
to anyone who'’s already

a member of his church."

- Haha!

Yeah, and she'’s all,
"Stamps,

"if you submit
these forms to the state,

"you could go to federal prison
for 25 years.

Why are you laughing?
This is a real possibility!"

- She is so annoying!
- Yeah.

- And you might
be going to jail.

Good afternoon, everyone.

- Hi, babe.

- We can'’t stay.

We just came to drop off
these invitations.

Our super PAC
is having a fund raiser.

- I'’m sorry.
Your what?

- Our super PAC!

Oh, I'’m sorry.

You didn'’t know?
[gasps]

What a faux pas.

- Actually, it was my idea.

I thought that
since Saxby has one,

this would be a good thing
for Lolli to take on.

- You see, Alicia,

this way, we can
circumvent fund-raising limits

while funneling soft money
directly into advertising.

- That'’s what
a super PAC does.

- Yes, I know.

- You know now.

- Oh, a casino night.
Babe, this should be fun.

- Yeah, Boyce,
what we'’re gonna do--

- I'’m sorry, Lolli.

I'’m going to have to ask
you and Stamps to leave.

- I know you ain'’t telling me
I'’ve got to leave

myhusband'’s office.

- Okay, uh, Lolli,
calm down.

Keep your earrings on,baby.

- It'’s illegal for officers
of the super PAC

to be in the candidate'’s
headquarters.

- Well, let me
tell yousomething...

I didn'’t know that.

See you on Friday.
Cocktail attire, please.

- And no prostitutes.

- "Citizens for
a Saintlier St. Louis."

Oh, boy.

- Look, there is nothing
to worry about.

If there'’s one thing
Lolli knows how to do,

that is throw a party.

- A political fund raiser
isn'’t like a church bake sale.

It has to be perfect.

Guest list.
Image. Message.

For instance,
are there any vegans attending?

- I don'’t know.

- Well, I hope Lolli does,

because what you call
a crab cake,

they call
deep-fried murder.

- I know you'’re trying
to scare me right now,

but all you'’re doing
is making me hungry.

[loud chatter,
lively music playing]

both:
Oh. My. God.

- Not bad.

- Uh, verynot bad.

- Hey!

- Well, hi, babe.

This is incredible.

- I have to admit, Lolli,

I'’m impressed.

- I'’m sorry.
I didn'’t catch that.

My amazing fund raiser
was drowning you out.

- I need a drink.

- Hmm, I know you do.

- Oh, but, babe...

Lolli, really,
you did an amazing job.

How did you do this
so quickly?

- Well, Stamps did help.

I mean, he got the tables
and the dealers,

the equipment, the DJ,
and the liquor,

but it was mostly me.

- Well, I'’m proud of you,babe.

Oh, I see a space
at the craps table.

I'’m gonna go rub some elbows
with donors, all right?

Take the house down.

- Boyce, you arethe house.

- So are you registeredto vote?

And if so,
will you be voting as single,

married, or,
"It'’s complicated"?

- Stamps...
- Hmm?

- Alicia is enjoying
our party,

and it'’s killing her!

- Yes!
[both laugh]

Oh, and since
she'’s the campaign

and we'’re the PAC,
no one can tell me

I'’m not allowed to hit on
potential voters.

- You can'’t hit on
potential voters, Stamps.

- Why?

- Because I said so.

Look, I'’m proud of you,though.

Look at this place.

I thought
I was gonna get here

and you'’d have
two folding tables,

a deck of cards,
and Skittles for poker chips.

- Lolli, I know what I'’m doing.

- Okay.

- Stamps.

- All right, Lolli,
this is Mr. Leonard.

He came all the way
from Atlantic City

to donate
this casino equipment.

- That'’s a long way away.

I mean,
that'’s very nice of you.

- Well, I'’m a big believer
in karma.

You do good things
for people;

they do good thingsfor you.

- Oh, really?

- Do I see the future mayor
standing over there?

- [chuckles]
- Stamps...

Why would people
from New Jersey be interested

in who the mayor
of St. Louis is?

- I know what you'’re
worried about, but don'’t be.

They just want to expand
their casino

and sanitation businesses
here.

- That'’s exactly what
I'’m worried about!

What did you think
I was worried about?

- That they didn'’t write us
a big fat check,

because they did that too.

- Stamps, this is all bad.

They'’re trying
to buy off Boyce.

- No.
Come on, Lolli.

Just because casino owners
from Atlantic City

donated a bunch of money
to get Boyce elected--

[gasps]
Oh, my God.

We just sold Boyce
to the mob.

[laughter]

- All right, here we go,
everybody.

Hard six.
Six the hard way, baby.

all: Oh!

- Nicely done!
I knew you were a smart bet.

When we move into town,
call me anytime.

I'’ll be sure
to take care of you.

- Thank you.
Are you a doctor?

- [laughs]

- Stamps, we'’ve got to
do something about this.

- Okay, I'’ll tell Alicia.

- What?
No, no, no, no, no.

You will not.

We can'’t give her
the satisfaction of knowing

that me and you screwed up.

Well, mostly you.

Look, we gotta get Boyce
out of here

and keep Alicia
from finding out

who those guys are.

Oh, my God.

Hey, girlfriend!

[laughs nervously]
How you doin'’?

- You know, I didn'’t care
for the name,

but this Boyce-tini
is delicious.

- You know
what you should try?

The Long Island
Boyce'’d Tea.

- Who is Boyce talking to?

I thought I knew
all the big donors in town.

I should go meet them.

- Don'’t you ever
take a night off?

I got two words for you:
Rou. Lette.

Huh?
Heh, come on!

- No, I don'’t gamble.

- Oh, this is my jam.
Yeah.

Come on, dance with me.

- Oh, no.
- Dance with me.

Yeah, you got it.
- I-I can'’t--

- Go, dice!

[cheering and applause]

- Look at this.
I'’m already winning with you.

This is the start

of a beautiful
working relationship.

- Uh, just to be clear,

I already have a doctor
that I like.

- Boyce, I need you
to take me home.

I'’ve had way too many
Boyce and Tonics.

- What are you talking about,
babe? We just got here.

Plus, I'’m on
a bit of a lucky streak.

- I don'’t think you are.

- Come on, let me
introduce you to my friends.

- Oh, great--
- Boyce, you'’re taking me home.

- Lolli, what is going on?

- Oh, hey.
Oh, whoa, whoa.

Where are you going?
- Oh, sorry, Lolli.

She broke through
my cabbage patch.

- We'’re leaving.

- Wait, you can'’t leave.

This is your fund raiser.

- Thank you.
- Boyce, drive me home.

Drive your drunk wife home!

- Stamps, would you drive Lolli
home for me, all right?

Lolli, baby, I'’m sorry,
but there is still

a mob of people
I haven'’t even met yet.

- Alicia, it pains me
to admit this,

especially to you,

but those money guys
you don'’t know--

I'’m pretty sure
they'’re from

a New Jersey crime family.

- Wha--

well, that explains
the pinky rings.

- Okay, Lolli,
I know that was

hard for you to admit,
but I appreciate it.

Luckily, my years of political
experience have prepared me,

and I know exactly what to do
in this situation.

[alarm blaring]
Out the back door!

Now!

- I'’m sorry, Boyce.

That'’s not the party
I wanted it to be.

- It'’s okay, babe.

I'’m just glad
we got out of there

before Mr. Leonard

kissed me on the lips again.

- I just wanted to be a part
of your campaign so badly.

- Well, congrats.
You'’re doing it so badly.

- All right, enough.

Alicia, this campaign
isn'’t about you.

- Ha! In your face!

- And it'’s not about you
either, Lolli.

This campaign is about me

trying to help the people
of St. Louis,

and I can'’t do that

if I spend all my time
refereeing you two.

So you'’re gonna have to
both learn to work it out

and work together.

- Boyce, you'’re right.

Alicia, I owe you an apology.

You are killing yourself
to get Boyce elected.

You work long hours,
seven days a week.

It'’s clear you don'’t even
have time to get your hair done

or buy cute clothes.

- Okay, well,
I'’m sorry too.

When I took this job,
I didn'’t realize

you would be
such an assertive, dominating...

presence,
who would insist

on controlling
every single aspect

of her husband'’s campaign.

- Apology accepted.

- Okay, well, that'’s progress,
I think.

So friends?

- Eh.
- Well...

- I-I mean,
just work friends.

- A little strong.
- Eh...

- Okay, colleagues
who can work together

without killing each other.

- Maybe.
- Possible.

- Good enough for me.

- Well, Alicia
underestimated us.

But even with your mistakes...

- Our mistakes.

- We made $18,000.

both: [laughing]

Get it. Get it. Get it.
Get it. Get it. Get it.

- You know what got everybody
to open their wallets?

- Huh?
- It'’s our top-shelf bar.

- Ooh-ah!
I did not include that.

Hold on.

Okay, we still made
$16,000 and some change.

- Hey, not too shabby.

- Not at all!

both:
Get it. Get it. Get it.

- Wait, did you pay the DJ?

- No, I thought you paid the DJ.
He'’s your boy.

- Damn it.

- Okay.
We'’re still okay.

- We'’re better than okay.
We still made bank.

- Yeah, and once we get
the deposit back

from the ballroom--

- Ooh, you didn'’t get
that email.

Yeah, uh, when we pulled
the fire alarm,

the sprinklers went off
and caused water damage.

So we actually owe them.

- I see.

So where are we, Stamps?

- Well, um,
including everything,

we are $3,000 in the black.

- Okay, well,
that'’s not bad.

- No, wait.
Black is the good one?

Well, then,
we $3,000 in the red.

[soul music]

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