All language subtitles for Ballers S03E2

Kane is in the building, nigga...

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top

When only heaven's right above it, we on

'Cause we on

Who else is really trying to fuck
with Hollywood Cole?

I'm with Marley G, bro

Flying Holly Grove chicks
to my Hollywood shows

And I wanna tell you
something that you probably should know

This that
Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow

And...

My real friends never hearing from me

Fake friends write the wrong
answers on the mirror for me

That's why I pick and choose
I don't get shit confused

Don't like my women single
I like my chicks in twos

And these days
all the girls is down to roll

I hit the strip club
and all them bitches find the pole

Plus, I been sippin'
So this shit is movin' kinda slow

Just tell my girl
to tell her friend that it's time to go

RICKY: Oh, shit!

- Ooh.
- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. I can't thank y'all
enough for this shit.

Need to slip my female problems
for a few days.

A getaway will do wonders.

Hey, nothing says escape like Sin City.

Ain't gonna be
no sinning for me. Too risky.

Tell me about it.
I've knocked up my share of showgirls.

I'm sure Spence has snapped one

past the goalie
with a cheerleader or two.

Well, you know, it happens
to the best of us, boys.

We still need to see a show,

and I hear Britney Spears
is a hot ticket.

All I'm hitting is a first-class
spa treatment,

followed by a meal fit for a king.

I'll get you into Momofuku.

- Best Asian in town.
- Momo-what?

Not before I hit that craps table.

You know I'm sick on those dice.

Not with my money, you not.

- Hold up.
- I gotta get to the office.

We're negotiating
Travis Scott's residency deal.

Ah, Travis is my boy.
Make sure you give him a dab for me.

- What's that?
- Never mind.

This is Sara.
She'll get you to your suite.

Good luck with the Mayor Meg meeting.

Thank you for setting it up.
I'll call you later.

JOE: Oh, God, I hate
your fucking guts for not bringing me.

SPENCER: Listen, it's a business trip.
It's not a bachelor party.

JOE: Yeah, right,
keep telling yourself that one, pal.

Did you tell Anderson yet
that God spoke

and told you to Moses
a football franchise to the Mojave?

His ass is still raw
over Hastings killing his casino idea.

He's still down, though.

Don't turn this into
a five-day fuckfest, okay?

We got a lot of shit
popping off right now.

And not having you
isn't gonna make it easy.

Joe, I have all the confidence
in the world in you.

Yeah. (PHONE BEEPS)
Oh, that's Virginia.

Go fuck yourself!

Hey, I'll be up in a minute.

- What's going on?
- Boss man is on the line

and been getting
Spencer's voicemail all morning.

Says it's an emergency.

- Yeah, put him through.
- Got it.

DALLAS COWBOYS OWNER: Strasmore?

No, it's his partner, Joe Krutel.

How's our favorite
Dallas Cowboys executive

this fine morning?

Have you seen Vernon Littelfield's
recent wardrobe choices on Instagram?

No. What, is he mixing
stripes and plaids again?

You clearly don't grasp
the gravity of the situation.

I suggest you talk to that young man.

Immediately.

Oh, motherfucker!

(SIGHS)

- Virginia!
- Yes?

Get Vern and Reg
on the phone for me right now, please.

Sizzle wants an appraisal on his boat.

And Kisan Teague has serious issues...

For the love of all
that's holy, Virginia,

get Vern and Reg
on the phone right now.

- Joe, Kisan is...
- Has issues. I know.

The whole fucking world knows
that Kisan Teague has fucking issues.

But right now, Kisan Teague

can Kisan my pasty white ass.

Hey, Kee-san! How are you?

I was just about to call you.

Ah. (CLEARS THROAT)

Everything cool?

Nah. It's Kah-san.

- What did I say?
- I need a new fucking agent.

- Oh, yeah, easy.
- Yeah, but first,

you can start by dropping
them draws, though,

so my boy Cliff

can kiss on that "pasty white ass."

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

No, when I... Whoa.

It's getting a little real, Cliff.

- Blink.
- The fucking agent, Joe!

- What the fuck?
- Get Jason on the phone?

God! I mean, she's new...

She's not working out.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Carter,

the Cousteau Suite is booked,

but the Presidential Suite
is even nicer.

Sir, does it have a giant aquarium

with iridescent fish?

Any man
with 1,100 catches...

- Whoa!
-...and a gold jacket deserves his fish.

1,101, Spence.
It's good to see you, man.

- It's good to see you, too.
- It's been a minute.

- Yeah, man.
- It has been a minute.

Don't melt down, big guy.

-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Hi.
- Hi.

- Wow. I haven't seen this one in...
- It's been quite some time.

Um, actually, Wayne put you
in the Cousteau Suite,

so why don't we just swap rooms?
High-class problems?

- You don't mind?
- No, I don't mind.

I look more presidential
than you, anyway.

Well, that ain't
saying much these days.

- I'll catch you later.
- Let's do it.

All right, Cris.

Wow, it's nice to see

you're still making huge sacrifices

for the comfort
and well-being of others.

I have enough marine life in Miami.

Yeah, how is Miami?

Sexy.

Miami is just beautiful.

- You know how it is. It's...
- Yeah.

Wow, so, here.
You still work here, huh?

Yes. Yep, l...l do.

Yeah, you got a lot of stuff to do. Go.

Go work, and maybe
we'll catch up later.

- I do know where to find you.
- Yeah.

- Yeah!
- T, hold up, bro.

Man, don't kill my motherfucking joy.

You know I don't gamble.

What do you call not wrapping yourjoint
before giving Amber a poke?

If you wanna shoot dice, that's fine,
but let's be quiet about this.

- I'm trying to keep this trip low-key.
- Okay, man. Jesus

Come on, fellas, set 'em up.
Here we go.

- Yeah, ready?
- Welcome, gentlemen.

Give me some scratch, Rick?

Hold on.

-$500? That's light.
- That's all you get.

- That's all you get. All you get.
- It's Vegas.

$500.

Oh, there it is.

Oh, put it right there.
Here we go.

- You like this shit, huh?
- Grab two, man.

Make this a night to remember.
Let's go.

This is why I don't fucking gamble.
You know what I'm saying?

Get your head in the game, Greane.

We run this down one time,

then we delete it from
our minds forever.

- Cool?
- Cool.

All right.

And we are now moving
in a new direction.

REPORTER". And what direction is that?

Right there. That's where you lost them.

You paused and looked away
before answering the question.

- I was looking for the answer.
- Baby, you need to have the answer.

But I didn't have the answer.

Make them think
you have the answer.

Look how you're sitting
with your shoulders all slumped.

And when you bulge
your eyes out like that,

although hilarious and adorable,

it does zilch for your cred.

So, what I'd do right?

Well, you didn't curse or cry,

so that's something to build on.

Baby, when I give
my patients bad news,

I deliver it as directly
and dispassionately as I can.

I'm not cold or cruel,
but I don't sugarcoat it.

Charles...

You're dying.

I don't like this game.

You just deliver the information
and get out,

because chances are you're gonna
have to do it over again.

See, the problem is

I have no clue
as to why we fired our OC.

Doesn't matter.

Time to wipe the slate clean, Greane.

It's a new day
for the Black Swan.

(LAUGHS) Wow.

Another great drive, Mayor.
That's three in a row.

Fifty years of practice pays off.

- It's more than I can say for you.
- Ah.

You talking about my golf game

or that I want
to bring a football team here to Vegas?

It's not easy convincing the taxpayers

and the stadium committee
to pay for something they see

as the most expensive
tourist trap on the planet.

Okay, well, let me try. All right?

I can alter the perception
of Vegas as Sin City,

and what happens in Vegas
doesn't need to stay here.

We made a fortune on that slogan.

- You want to change it?
- No. No, I don't want to.

I love the slogan,
but I want to give it greater context.

I need the league to know
there's a lot of good,

hardworking people here in Vegas.

- You know that.
- But you're not a local.

What makes you think
they're gonna trust you?

I've been doing
my off-season training here for years.

Plus, who else are you gonna trust

to push football in Vegas,
Siegfried and Roy?

Listen, I really, really applaud

your aggressive play.

You're just like you were on the field.

But Councilman Sawyerjust won't budge,

and he's very influential
with the committee.

But if by some miracle
you can convince him

to use public money to fund the stadium,

you have my support.

Take him to dinner tonight.

- I'll make the introductions.
- I love it! Thank you.

Give me some, Mayor.

And I'm gonna find a place
with air conditioning.

(PHONE BUZZES)

Fuck this.

JOE". Yo, J., how'd it go with Kisan?

- He's a no-show.
- What?

Motherfucker!
He said he needed an agent.

He was dying to meet you.
He must've got held up.

Yeah, well,
I don't like being tested.

I don't like waiting,
especially for a running back.

So I'm ghost.
You solve that shit for Vern?

JOE: Yeah, I'm on my way right now.

All right, pick up the pace, Joe-Joe.

If those pictures
start to get reposted,

Vern's in deep shit.

(HORNS HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Fuck!

Hey, Yo. my man.

You lost?

Uh...

No.
I'm waiting for my friend, Kisan Teague.

- You know him?
- No, no.

I'm from Palm Beach, brother.

- Okay.
- Hey, can I borrow $5?

We low on gas and I, uh... (CHUCKLES)

I forgot my wallet at home.

Yeah, uh...

Here's $40.

It's all I got, so fill her up.

Oh, man, thanks. Hey, yo, yo, yo.

- Can I borrow that phone?
- Come on, man.

The phone's my life.
My entire business depends on it,

so, no, you can't borrow my phone.

(GUN CLICKS)

It's gonna be the phone

or it's gonna be something else.

You're fucking with me, right?

Like, this is Kisan just trying to
put my feet to the fire or something?

I told you, don't know no Kisan.

Look.

It's 500 bucks.

No phone. It's final offer.

Have a nice day, bitch! Let's roll.

My friend, you're caught
in a fucking shit show.

Yeah, I need to figure out
who's directing it.

No, we have to figure out
who's loyal to you.

Well...

I guess the easy answer is Siefert.

I mean, he did bring me back
for that last season.

Then again, he also
unceremoniously cut me.

He hired you
to ride his hip in front office.

Yeah, and I got to admit,

I loved this job
as much as playing the game.

You're still playing the game.

Feels better on your body on Mondays.

You're in a different type
of trench now, front office politics.

Can't just assume
it was Siefert who cut you.

He could've been covering for somebody.
Just saying. Maybe... Berg.

Berg shot it straight
with me ever since he got there.

My thing is I've already
seen one coach get fired.

I don't want to see it
happen to him, too.

Until you guys beat the Patriots,

nobody in that building is safe.

Not the head coach, not the GM, not you.

Fuck, your parking lot
attendant's not safe.

Listen, the walls
in that building have ears.

Maybe not as big as those,
but they got ears.

It's my job to listen
to those walls.

I got that covered.
You just watch your back.

- Got me? You got it.
- Thanks, Glaze.

Dallas is freaking out about you guys
promoting a weed company.

High Powered is a cannabis company.

Potato, potato.

What the fuck is this?

A big-ass sack of "potahtoes."

Uh-huh.

All right.

- Mother of God.
- Exactly.

200K to wear a damn T-shirt and hat.

You and Spence didn't get Vern

one single endorsement deal, so I did.

Well, I got news for you, Reg.

Vern's not a quarterback.

- And he's not JJ or Suh.
- Yet.

And even if he were,

Mickey D's isn't handing out
endorsement deals

to a DT tied
to a weed company.

Man, I told your ass it's cannabis.

Nobody gives a fuck
about the semantics, Reg!

Cannabis makes weed,
weed makes people high.

That makes the team and the league

very fucking nervous.

It's hypocritical as hell, I know,

but that's the way it is.

So, please, let us
get you into something

a little less polarizing, huh?

I got a new client with a cutting-edge
virtual reality company.

We're more down with real reality.

Now, do your fucking job
and put this through the wash.

Aah!

(ALL CHEERING)

- What do you think, RJ?
- You know what I'm thinking.

Take the odds
behind the line...

- For 40 dimes.
-40 dimes.

I'd put a mil on the come-up,

let it fly like a real nigga.

Man, listen to the pro.
Don't listen to no Joe, man.

I told you about Joe shit.
Watch your mouth.

I can relate to that, though.

- Ricky, relate to this.
- Bam!

I gotta go with RJ.
In RJ we trust, baby.

What's up?
Blow on them, baby.

- Here we go.
- Let's get it.

Tuition paid!

Yeah!

That's how you do it!

SPENCER: Playing already?

- Man, our boy on fire.
- He's actually playing?

Yeah. He up, like, half a mil.

He keeps this up,
you ain't got to pay him back

the $5 mil you owe him.

Man, come get in this bitch.

Okay, let's do this.

- Here we go.
- What you got?

-$2,000 on the field of dreams.
-(CHEERING)

Yeah, bitch!

This is your getaway.

- This is your getaway. My lucky charm.
- All right.

- Come on, Ricky J., a little blessing.
-lgotyou.

- Here we go.
- Hold your breath.

Sexy motherfucker up in this.

(CROWD CHEERING)

- Yes.
- Hey, run that back, bruh.

- Here we go, here we go.
- Black.

A sexy and smart motherfucker
takes his money and run.

- I'm out. Deuces.
- That ain't sexy, man!

- Get out of here.
- That is not sexy.

Of all the casinos in all the world,

you walk into this one.

It's not like it's my first time.

It's your first time in over five years.

I figured you'd be
running Viacom by now.

It's hard to leave
when Wayne keeps promoting me.

- You guys working on something?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna bring
pro football to Vegas.

(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY)

You and everyone else.

Well, everyone else doesn't have
Mayor Rosen's support.

Wow, you're working fast.

Just like our first date.

That was the best 97 seconds
of your life.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Ugh...

So, if I hadn't caught you in check-in,

were you gonna look me up
or try and duck me?

When you were down in Miami
breaking new ground on Wayne's hotel,

did you try and look me up?

I sure as hell didn't.

Why not?

You better make it a quickie,

'cause my girls are waiting for me.

Well, you better call
and ask for forgiveness,

'cause you're about to be late as fuck.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

I've got five years
of fantasies about you

I'm about ready to roll out.

Then what the fuck
are you waiting for?

Your girls can wait, by the way.

-(GIGGLES)
- Don't even put me on the clock.

Yo, best agent in Miami.

- What's up, boy?
- I want my money back.

What are you talking about?

You know, with your shitty
gangbanger image,

you need me a lot more than I need you,

so remember, next time you make
someone wait in the park for an hour

and then send your homeboys
up there to rob him.

What, you got robbed?

Yeah. Don't play dumb.

- Hey, watch your mouth.
- Yeah.

Have some brussels sprouts.
They're delicious.

Come on, man, look.

I couldn't make that meet
'cause my niece got sick.

Honest to God,
I had to pick her up from school.

What the guy look like?
You get a look?

L...l know better than
to eyeball a stickup man.

He was in a green Cutlass, Kisan.

Let's take a ride, huh?

Come on, man,
fuck the brussels sprouts. Damn!

Wow, beautiful.

Yeah, well, you can
call it that, I guess.

Shit, Bob, ldidn't
even think to ask you.

Do you even like Asian fusion?

Oh, is that what they call this stuff?
"Asian fusion"?

- Yeah...
-(LAUGHS)

Cut that bird!
What the hell do you think we are?

A bunch of Neanderthals around here?

I fucking love
this place.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

All right. Well, you know what? Cheers.

- All right.
- Cheers to keeping an open mind

and the promise of the public interest.

Now... Now hold on just a second.

You expect me to believe
that you wanna bring

a team here for the public interest?

- Is that so hard?
- Well, now, son, people around here

don't want their tax dollars going
to cover half a stadium

so some rich assholes
can get even richer.

But think about all the jobs
it's gonna create.

But at what cost?

It might even take money
away from other programs.

But, Bob, it's also gonna create
a lot of opportunities.

It's gonna make people
stay here till Monday

and not try and fly out early
Sunday morning like everybody does.

If they're sober enough
to catch their flights, that is.

I gotta tell you something.

I'm surprised you're opposed
to this, man.

You must be a soccer guy.

Arsenal. That's my guess.

Nah, we like to stack our odds

a little bit in our favor,
if you know what I mean.

But then again, you probably don't know
because after all, you are a tourist.

I'll show you a fucking tourist.

- Listen, listen.
- Hell, yeah! What? What?

We're there.

- Do not give this stack back.
- The fuck you talking about?

- What you think?
- Time to walk.

You know me.
I ain't even check out these chips!

- Don't listen to that nigga.
- We wideouts.

We ain't afraid to go
across the middle.

Listen to RJ, man.

Let's take this and go
to Sapphire's and blow it the right way.

The plan worked. Don't deviate.

- Don't deviate!
- Deviate.

Who wants to see me push these
motherfucking chips in?

That's what I'm talking about!

Oh, my God. Dice, please.
I'm pushing them in.

There we go, baby. What's up?
Blow on them, baby.

- Here we go.
- All right.

Championship, championship,
championship.

Come on, Trav, what we got, baby?

- Straight up!
- Come on!

- Fuck!
- Damn, man!

- Fuck.
- Catch you next time, Rick.

- Where you going, RJ?
- Fuck.

Hey, man,
that ain't on me, bro.

RJ, you gonna leave...Trav.

I wanna sign for another mil.

Rick. Rick!

- Just chill out.
- Come on!

I need more chips, Jimmy.

- A million dollars?
- Now, please.

Now, please.

(ENGINE REVVING)

That's Max-D,
"Monster Jam" fans.

Give it up!

_H€Y-
_H6Y-

Thank you for these passes.
I appreciate it.

You know, your girls are clutch.

Yeah, don't expect them
to blow this guy.

Kelly's got daddy issues,

but it'd be wrong
to take advantage of that.

Completely.

- He thinks I'm full of shit.
- Yeah?

- Was he wrong about that?
- Absolutely.

I bring football to these fans,
it'll mean the world to them.

And I'm gonna make it happen.

(SIREN WAILING)

That's the car, right?

- Come on.
- There he go.

Oh, K. Teague!
You back in Smog City, baby?

(LAUGHS)

What it do, homie?

- All good, baby.
- All right.

I got a friend I want you to meet.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yo, Jason.

Get your ass over here, nigga.

Oh, who this, your accountant?
(LAUGHS)

No, man, this might be
my new agent right here.

- Okay.
- Jason, meet Leonard.

- Hi, Leonard.
- What's up, man?

I forgot.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Y'all two met each other already.

- Somewhere. Where was it?
- Oh, yeah, Palm Beach.

Palm Beach!
You remember that shit?

Palm Beach, that's right.

Give the man back his roll.

Give him his shit.
Give him his money.

Come on.

I ain't know he was with you, KT.

- That's bullshit.
- Yo, man.

That's cool, that's cool.

This is short $40. The gas money.

- Dude, that was a gift.
- Right.

Okay, look here.

Give the man back the fucking cheese

or me and the boys are gonna go
Giancarlo Stanton on your Cutlass.

A'ight? It's up to you.
Make a decision.

- Like that, man?
- Like that.

And this time you'll
hand it to him like a man.

Can you do that?

All right, brother.

- Here you go.
- Man!

- Oh, wow.
- No, no, no.

He has butter fingers.

- That wasn't on me.
- Don't worry about it.

- You got it?
- He got his money.

- Don't worry about it, right?
- All right.

Have a nice drive
back to Palm Beach, bitch.

- Oh, I'm a bitch?
- You my man, Leonard.

Man, what the fuck, man?

- KT, come on.
- Fuck that piece of shit.

Ah, there it is.
Now, how about this, girls?

Turn around,
put your hands around him.

I need you to hold him, now.

There it is.

Move your hand to the left.

Make sure we got a nice,
clear shot of the logo.

There we go.

Annie Leibovitz
ain't got shit on you, Reg.

Come on, talk to me, somebody.

Ladies, y'all wanna come in
for milk and cookies after?

Only if they're chocolate chip.
I don't fuck with oatmeal.

Excuse me, ladies.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

What up, Chuck?

What's going on, Vernon?

- Good to see you.
- You, too, dawg.

- Ladies.
- Hey.

I like the sled, Joey.
You going green?

- No, no, you're going green.
- Uh-huh, 'cause that's your new sled.

Courtesy of my friends
down at Tropical Chevrolet,

who, Mr. Vernon Littelfield,

defensive tackle star
of the Dallas Cowboys,

will be endorsing on TV
later this month.

-(LAUGHS)
- For real?

All you gotta do
is drop the cannabis thing,

sign on the dotted line,

that car and a quarter mil is yours.

A quarter mil.

- They're paying 250?
- In cash.

- Cash.
- Let's see the contract.

Urn, the ink's not dry, you know.

- How about the cash?
- Yeah.

We should have that end
of business tomorrow.

Yeah, or the day after that
at the very latest.

Chuck, didn't you used to work
at a car dealership?

Yeah.

You just bought this shit off a lot.

- How dare you accuse us of lying.
- Wow.

That's what it feels like.

I had to pull some major strings
to get this deal clone.

You were a fucking salesman, Charles,
not the goddamn CEO.

- Oh, wow.
- I was a manager.

Look, y'all, the ride is tight

and we all about helping Mother Nature,

but we believe in High Powered.

Yeah, because you're fucking stoned

if you don't walk away
from that shit.

Hey, Vernon, on the real,
the word is out all around the league.

They're telling us to keep our guys away
from that green.

High Powered ain't about blazing.

These cannabinoids they're making,
are the real deal.

CBD's made Vern's Achilles rehab
five times faster

and helped him come back
stronger than ever.

- Like a beast.
- Oh, my God.

Seriously, you're gonna stand here

and look us in the eyes
with a straight face,

say that this isn't
about getting stoned?

It's absolutely not about getting lit.

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

God damn it.

Uh, though me and Nate
still do partake in that aspect.

(ENGINES REVVING)

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

This authentic enough for you, Bob?

Well, it's getting there.

Okay, I'll take that.

CRAIG: ...It's an honor to have

one of our favorite sons
in the crowd tonight.

Give a warm welcome home
to former I V resident

and future Hall of Fame linebacker,
Spencer Strasmore!

(CROWD CHEERING)

SPENCER: Thank you.

CRAIG: Get down here,
check out the trucks.

I'm coming down.

Excuse me for a second, Bob.

The emcee is an old poker.

- You guys have fun.
- We will.

- Could you, um...
- Mmm-hmm.

Oh, hey, his name's Craig, by the way.

- And you can thank me later tonight.
- You're the best.

(CROWD CHEERING)

My man. All right.

It's good to have you back in town.

It is great to be back here.

Las Vegas, my home away from home.

What do you say, Vegas?

(CROWD CHEERING)

Hey, I want a big shout-out
to the upper deck...

my girl, Chloe, and my man,

that's Councilman Big Bob Sawyer.

Big Bob, yeah!

What you got lined up next?

Craig, I got a lot of things
lined up here in Vegas,

but the one thing I wanna do first is
I wanna get inside

one of these monster trucks.

Hell, yeah!
I wanna see that, Spence!

I don't wanna drive any truck,

I wanna drive the 11-time
world champion, Max-D.

Yeah!

What do you think about that, Las Vegas?

- This ain't you, Rick.
- What the hell is me, T.?

People got no idea what's going on
in my head, just the way I like it.

This is crazy, man.

It's already been laid.

Ain't no backing out now.
Give me some luck.

- Luck.
- I can't, man. You on your own.

You on your own with this one.

Fuck,dude.

(SIGHS)

Are you sure you've done this before?

Yeah. Come on, Grave Digger, 2012.

I was behind that wheel.

I know what I'm doing.

- Keep it around 10 mph.
- All right.

When you hit the lip,
you'll get a greatjump

and the fans will go crazy.

- Yeah.
- Don't be a hero.

This ain't my first barbecue, Tom.
(LAUGHS)

CRAIG: Here he goes,
"Monster Jam" fans.

Let's go, Spence!

(ENGINE REVS)

He can drive that truck.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Yeah!

- Come on, Spence.
- Come on, get it. Come on, son!

(CROWD GASPING)

He's moving.

Come on, nice and easy.

No extinguisher. We're all right.

Be careful. Pull him out.

- CRAIG: He's okay, everyone.
-(CROWD CHEERING)

I knew he was gonna be okay. I knew it.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

That was pretty hairy, Spence.

What are you gonna do for an encore?

Well, what do you think
about this, Craig?

I'm gonna bring
a professional football team

here to the great fans of Las Vegas!

- Yeah!
-(CROWD CHEERING)

CRAIG: One more time, Las Vegas.

- Let's hear it for Spencer Strasmore!
- Whoo!

He's definitely growing on me.

Yeah, he's growing on me, too.

(LAUGHS)