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- ♪ Ready, go, move at light speed, light speed, yeah ♪

♪ You don't like it, bite me, bite me, yeah ♪

♪ I'll start the day riding and lightning ♪

- Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Nice hoodie, bruh.

Can I see the back?

- Ow! - D fam.

These high school kids have not changed.

That look like that hurt.

- Yep, I remember the pain in those eyes.

- Where the fuck is everybody? - Still assholes.

Like I was saying, I might not wear glasses on Earth,

but I may need glasses in space.

- I could see that. - See, because microgravity...

[soft music]

♪ ♪

'Cause the more blood that goes into your brain,

it could deform your eyeballs.

- Huh, I never thought about that.

Oh, man. - Made you look. Fuck boy.

- Fuck. Where's our food? I'm hungry.

[dramatic music]

- Whoa! Whoa! - [yelps]

- [grunts]

[dishes clattering] [people clamoring]

- Who threw the fucking ball?

[people shouting]

♪ ♪

- Ah! - My baby!

That was my school project.

I was supposed to take care of it

to learn the responsibilities that come with being a parent.

Now I'm probably gonna have sex...unprotected.

- ♪ I was born on the South Side ♪

♪ I was raised on the South Side ♪

♪ Everybody stick together like we in the land ♪

♪ 'Cause it ain't no side like the South Side ♪

♪ On the South Side, South Side ♪

- Zip--I got ten minutes before the class starts.

I don't want to hear it.

- [whispering] Ms. Gurvey. Ms. Gurvey.

- Ms. Gurvey.

We Humpty-Dumpty'd his shit.

We broke his egg project.

- What is this?

- If I may, ma'am, I did this

to my friend who obviously can't take a joke.

And by the way, I got you too, Ms. Gurvey.

But then he slammed little baby Raheem

on the back of my neck.

So as we have just proven, Raheem deserves an A.

- Listen, I don't know who you are,

and I don't know what this is,

but Raheem is a straight-F student.

- What? - Whether Baby Heem got here

safe and sound is irrelevant.

- Please, Mrs. Gurvey, I don't want to be

the first person in my family to not go to college.

I'll be a failure.

- There is nothing I can do.

Now, why don't we just finish out the year

and just go our separate ways?

- You failed everything? - Yeah.

- Art? - Yeah.

- PE? - Yeah.

- Advanced calculus?

- I don't even know what that is, man.

- It's calculus, and it's advanced.

Duh. - Hold on, partner.

You don't need a college degree to be successful.

Even without a degree, you could be a CNA,

a personal assistant--

shit, you can even get a food truck.

Ain't that right, Ms. Gurvey? - Hell yeah.

My beautician make more money than me.

- I heard that. - Even though I can't,

under union rules, technically agree

that college is optional.

- Shit, I can. I got several businesses.

And I'm Twitter friends with Cap Hedges.

- Let me see that.

- Damn, his ass should be teaching us.

- That's enough, Kenielle.

You trying to get me fired again?

- No, I'm not. - Mm-hmm.

I know you signed that petition, little girl.

- And it almost worked.

- Oh, wow.

Cap Hedges liked your last tweet.

- Mm-hmm.

- And you're followed by Taye Diggs?

"The Best Man"? - Mm-hmm.

- Listen, are you interested in becoming

a mentor for the schools?

We could use some Black men.

- I am not interested in helping

other people's kids for free.

Sorry, kids. - Boo!

- Listen, the school is broke,

but I can pay you a little something out of pocket.

- OK. - My husband is in

the Parker House Sausage family.

- Mm.

- Good morning, Vice Principal Langford.

- Sausage lady.

There's his caramel Frappuccino latte-looking ass.

Who are you?

I haven't seen you on school grounds before.

Check him for guns.

He got a bulge in his pants.

See what that is.

- Oh, that's new.

Pat-downs without the actual pat.

You guys ever see that before?

- Science fair?

Psst. Hey, kid.

You want to switch identities for a week?

- Bet.

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- Thank you so much for being here.

- Mm-hmm. - So basically, one day,

I started to feel this pain in my penis.

And it was only really when I peed,

so I called the doctor and I asked him--

I said, "Is it possible for a man to get UTI?"

'Cause, you know, that's a woman's disease, I thought.

And, you know, he responded pretty egregiously,

and he said some mean things to me

about not having sex ever in life.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. - Then I remembered

two days before, I was walking down these steps.

There's a pair of--there's, like, maybe 10 to 15 steps.

And I didn't see there was a second set of steps.

And I tripped.

Apparently, I got some penis damage.

- Right. - And this penis damage

mimicked the symptoms of a UTI.

And look, I'm not a snitch, but...

these are the culprits, all right?

- When you think of frosting, you probably think,

"Oh, I need some baked goods to put it on."

But that is just society telling you

what to put your frosting on.

But what if I said you don't need any of those things?

Presenting It's Not Just For Cakes,

frosting for every occasion and every single day.

- Question. - Yeah.

- Can I put it on my man? - Absolutely. I do.

- What?

- Palms up, hearts open.

Who wants a splurt?

♪ I walked home in the gloaming ♪

♪ City lights coming on ♪

♪ I saw a radiant future foaming ♪

♪ A light meringue, a brand-new dawn ♪

♪ A pump or two straight to the tongue ♪

♪ In your pantry, in your purse ♪

♪ We'll rise up to inherit the Earth ♪

♪ Welcome to the... ♪

both: ♪ Frostingverse ♪ [applause]

- You know, folks, I've got pamphlets up here.

And if you have any questions, please let me know, OK?

- Frosting-related questions only, OK?

We're not therapists yet.

- Telling you, don't play with this stuff.

- You know what, I'm having so much fun

riding along with my man.

- Yeah, it's been nice to have you,

but I gotta tell you bad-ish news.

Me and the Turn-Burner gotta head on down

to the Evergreen Park stable.

Someone's down there tagging horses,

and the horses do not like it.

- Oh.

In that case, I might just hoof it.

- A horse killed a guy. - Oh, God.

- It caved in the side of his head.

- How un-horse-unate.

- Sweetie. - It makes me saddle.

- No, don't--come on, now. It's not funny.

He had kids.

- I'll reign it in.

- Hey.

- Is for horses. [laughs]

OK. Hi.

- Hold on. Here he come. Here he come.

All right, I gotta go work. I'ma call you back.

I'ma call you back.

- Let's do the horsey thing. To the neigh-borhood.

- Hey, so you know

It's Not Just For Cakes is a cult, right?

- Oh, my God. - Okay, no, listen.

- Come on, Turn. Goddamn. - One, they all wear the same--

- My wife can't do nothing without--

- Ugly vests. Dos, OK?

They're anti-diabetes, so it's all

"big insulin" this, "big insulin" that.

Tres, my cousin friend--

- Oh, your cousin's friend. Oh, excuse us.

- She got wrapped up in that shit,

and we still haven't seen her.

And I heard the FBI is getting involved.

- OK. - OK?

And cuatro, they demand access

to all your checking and savings accounts.

- Cinco. - That's a cult.

- You named cinco things and you said cuatro.

- OK, see, you not focusing on the right thing.

[chalk scratching]

- There it is right there, OK?

The most important thing you're gonna learn today.

All investment comes from savings.

Remember that. You too.

If you guys want to start a business,

you need an investment.

- Businesses... [laughs]

Are built on ideas, Mr. James.

That's all you need, kids, is good ideas.

- Wrong, because ideas are everywhere.

The limiting factor is capital.

- These children need to develop

critical thinking skills.

The only place to do that is in college.

- Ted Turner, billionaire. Never went to college.

- Michael Jordan, UNC-Chapel Hill.

- Mark Zuckerberg, college dropout.

- Tyra Banks, college like a mug.

The Loyola Marymount University.

- Henry Ford, y'all, dropped out of school when he was 16.

And Halle Berry dropped out of college.

And when I was younger, I had several pictures

of her on my wall--

- Excuse me, kids.

I don't think you should be listening to a man...

- What? - Who steals furniture

for a living. - I do not steal.

- You probably should be at work right now.

Here. Take that with you.

It's rented.

- Eh, it's not one of ours.

- Where the fuck are Simon and K?

And who is that?

- The only difference is the wattage.

I mean, these two are very underpowered in my opinion.

So, like, you're making popcorn.

Two minutes, two minutes, 30 seconds.

It might take, like, four minutes.

- I don't know who that girl is,

but she been working her ass off.

She reorganized electronics and killed all the flies,

including that big-ass one that morphed.

- I thought it was quiet in here.

I'll tell you what she didn't do is check this lotion.

I think it's expired.

- That's not--never mind.

- OK, I think she's coming out any second.

- Mm.

Still don't think this is a cult?

I mean, you must.

We're here.

- OK.

Remember how I told you my cousin was sick?

- Mm-hmm. - Well, I told Kitty,

and Kitty suggested that she try frosting.

- Cult. - Yeah.

Now she has cancer and diabetes.

- Damn. - Kitty says it evens her out.

I just wish she had her foot back.

She loved soccer.

Oh, she's coming out. She's coming out.

- She looks crazed.

- She's skipping, and it makes her happy.

You should try it. - Your cousin should try it.

- You know she can't.

[door clicks] - Hi. How you doing?

- Welcome to It's Not Just For Cakes.

Would you like some tasting gloves?

- No. - Oh, I've had more

than enough splurts in my mouth today.

- Well, have you tried our new flavor, 7-Up?

- Oh, they got-- - Can we go in there?

- Sorry, that's where our new associates get programmed.

- Oh, OK, I guess this is what you use

to tape their eyelids open while you program them,

'cause I haven't seen one of you motherfuckers blink once.

- Turner. - I blink.

- I haven't seen it. That's what I said.

I haven't seen it. - Just did.

- You did not blink. - I did blink.

- No, you did not. - It takes me a second.

- It's looking difficult for you.

- Look, she can't even cry.

Oh, there it is. - Okay.

- You're welcome. - Well that's--

- I delivered you.

Congratulations. - OK, good.

- Officer, if you have a problem, it's--

- Our problem is that frosting is literally just for cakes.

That's it. That's my fucking problem.

- That's not what they do here, Turner.

- You're one of those people, aren't you?

- Oh, "those people"? - Ooh, watch it.

- The harassment and the accusations,

everywhere we go-- in my own apartment complex,

when I walk my dog, in the theater.

"Oh, what's up, frosting bitch?"

I'm sick of it.

We are trying to change the world

one dollop at a time.

- That's enough, Judrith.

Ricky, please relieve her.

- Mm. He told you.

Go on, Judrith.

- We are accustomed to skepticism

from the outside world.

We don't always handle it with aplomb.

Do we, Judrith?

- I will remain on top of it all

like the frosting is to the cake.

- I'm Wheyland Pace. Frostings.

- Oh. Frostings. That's how they say hi.

- Yeah. No shit. - Frostings.

- No, not me.

- Allen. What's up, man?

What you doing here?

- Mr. Alderman, nice check.

- It's probably business stuff, right?

- I'm so happy you guys are here.

This is perfect timing.

This is perfect--Wheyland and I were just discussing

the urgent need for more Black-owned businesses

right here on the South Side.

- Mm-mm. This ain't the South Side.

- This ain't a Black-owned business, unless--

no, he ain't just light-skinned.

- No, no, no. That is a white man. Yes.

- What is this, 1 South Michigan?

So technically, this is the South Side.

- No. - I mean, you call it that.

And I'm behind that, but--

- It's not a thing. I'm not behind it.

- 22nd is usually what people think the South Side is.

- I believe they call this the Wild Ones.

- We're kind of downtown-ish. - Mm-hmm.

But it's cool.

- It's not cool.

- Wheyland, these are the wardens of the 51st,

Officer Xenobia Turner and my very good friend

Alessandro Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Ah, you must be Kitty's husband.

- Guilty as charged.

- She came to us like a shining seagull

on the beach of despair.

- Yeah, that's her all right.

Listen, Mr. Pace, we just have a couple questions--

- Come.

Let me show you our world.

Please take a badge.

Wear it at all times.

If you drop it, don't move.

Help will be on the way.

[whimsical music]

Let's splurt.

[door chimes]

♪ ♪

- Oh, shit.

[grunting] Okey-dokey.

- Did you know that every human has

a distinct taste bud pattern?

That's what makes you special.

Yeah, I got a lot of new flavors.

That one's-- oh, that one's full.

OK. Do you see all the new ones?

Oh, I can give you a sample of one of these.

This one's...

Ah!

They're making my origin story,

selling frosting out of the trunk of my car.

That's me in the '90s.

I had more hair, right?

You'll crack that pistachio problem someday, Fernando.

Never give up.

I'm serious. Don't stop unless I say so.

And this is the erotic frostings room.

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Just a little bit, not a lot ♪

♪ Just a little bit, not a lot ♪

♪ Just a little bit, not a lot ♪

♪ Just a little bit, bit, bit, bit, bit, bit, bit ♪

♪ Just a little bit, not a lot ♪

♪ Just a little bit, not a lot ♪

♪ Just a little bit, not a lot ♪

- We better leave before all of us get super horny.

- Mm-mm.

- We'll knock down this entire wall

and built a luxury natatorium

for every person in Chicago...

who works for me.

[applause] Oh, thank you. I love you.

I love you--back to work.

Back to work. [chuckles]

- Wait a second. Is this Kitty's desk?

- Ah, Kitty is on a fast track to--

well, I can't divulge how our org chart works,

but you should be proud. - I am proud.

- How come ain't no pictures of your family up here?

- Oh, please, Turner, I'm sure there's a--

- No. Not--no. - There's a picture right here.

Wait a second. - No, that's not y'all.

- When did she go to Aspen? - Ooh!

He flying your bitch out. - Wait.

When did she learn how to ski?

- And when did you start following me?

Wheyland, I skipped over as soon as I heard.

Oh. Change those margins.

OK, make sure you email that to me

before you send it out.

Montgomery, your computer's not on.

Frostings. - Frostings.

- What are you doing here? - Frostings.

- Don't do that.

It's sacred.

Why are you here?

- Did you--did you leave your house keys again?

- No, 'cause how would I get into the car

if I didn't have-- they're all on one ring.

- Oh, good. OK, so we're good.

Love you.

All right. Let's go. - What is going on?

- Mm. Mm. Something's going on.

That's what I do know.

- Whether 'tis nobler in the mind

to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune...

- OK, guys, we're in the gym today

because I want to avoid Ms. Langford.

Drama club and orchestra are here as well

due to a chemical spill in the art building.

- Yeah. My bad, guys.

- But this is a teachable moment.

Dealing with setbacks is an in--

[door clicks] God damn it.

- I have eyes everywhere, Mr. James.

- I wish you had feet everywhere

so you could go to another building.

- You can't handle head-to-head competition, can you?

Don't want anybody challenging your ideas.

- Wrong.

Competition's the thesis of my presentation.

- Oh.

Then let's go, Mr. James, you and me, one-on-one.

Detention. Detention.

- You're kidding!

- If I win, you and your anti-college ways

leave this campus forever.

- Don't do it.

Reconsider.

- Dang. [all cheering]

- Is this a hoops match I see before me?

This teacher-- - Vice principal.

- This vice principal, toward my hand, come.

Let me clutch thee.

I have thee not, yet I see thee still.

A dagger of the mind. A false creation.

A jump ball now...

is what you shall find.

- [grunts]

[cheers and applause]

- Oh!

Bringing nothing.

Let's go!

- Check ball. - Check ball.

- Check ball. - Check.

- That's what I thought. Check ball to me.

You ready? - Let's go.

- What you doing 'bout it? Hey, y'all, watch this.

I'm 'bout to take her to school.

It's about to be a...

[sensual music]

♪ ♪

- It was in the sassafras fields.

Behind Miss Tilly's house.

I was sipping mint julep on the porch.

Summer lightning flashed beyond the trees.

[thunder rumbles]

And there was Lambert...

Muscles bulging under his skin

like a grapefruit under nylons,

shredding away at that sassafras

as if it had done him wrong.

Ooh, Lambert.

- Who's Lambert?

- You.

I mean, you look just like him.

It really takes me back.

- Oh, shit.

You want to smash.

Is that why you've been fucking with me?

- I am one, sirrah, come to tell you...

- Uh-huh. - Ms. Langford seeks to create

the beast with two backs.

- No, no. I get it.

- More? - OK, thank you.

[phone ringing] Oh, sorry.

Frost-lo.

- No phones at the table much? - I gotta go.

He's acting so-- [laughs]

No, not a lot like that, but--

- [clears throat]

- [whispering] Sorry. I'll call you later.

- Who knows? It's trying-- - What did you say?

- Is it frost-lo, or is it frosting?

I mean, who knows? I've heard both.

- Well, it depends on the situation.

If you're saying hi to a casual friend, it's frost-lo.

If you're speaking to the founder of the company,

it's frostings.

- That makes perfect sense. - But you should know that,

since you stalked me at Frostquarters.

- I had questions.

- Which you sought behind my back

because you don't frost me.

- Well, maybe I--wait.

What'd you just say?

- I said you don't frost me.

You don't listen either. Geez.

- I don't know. Is that good, or--

- It's bad. You don't trust me.

- Maybe I shouldn't.

- What are you talking about? - [scoffs]

Just enjoy your meal.

- Mmm. That's not milk.

- How is it any different than Kool-Aid?

- Well, it's sweet.

But Kool-Aid is usually blue, or red,

or perhaps even purple.

- That's what the product is called.

How Is It Any Different Than Kool-Aid?

It's testing very, very well.

- F-minus.

F. I'm not drinking that. - It's frosting and water.

- I just want something regular with dinner.

Kitty, this is madness.

- Please, you're upset. Just eat your food, please.

- I'm gonna eat my food. I'm gonna have some--

Are these mashed potatoes?

- It's frosting. - OK.

You know what?

I can't do this anymore.

- What?

Where are you going-- [door slams]

Sandy.

Sandy.

Oh, Wheyland, what should I do?

- Kill him.

- OK. - With kindness.

- Kay.

- Kids, I'm so honored to have this man here today.

He owns a skyscraper downtown.

He owns 12% of residential real estate in Southern Wisconsin.

And he answers my DMs.

He's billionaire Cap Hedges.

Take it away, Cap, and I'll be right back.

- You like this ring?

This watch?

Didn't buy it with a diploma.

I started with no formal education at all.

Didn't even know the word entrepreneur.

But in my bones, it's what I was.

At 14, I launched my first business, Potato Distributor,

hooking up my uncle's farm with a couple

of Mr. Submarine restaurants.

And we grew like crazy.

To this day, any time anyone orders a french fry

in Chicago, I get $0.04.

- Oh, damn. - Mm-hmm.

Y'all do the math.

- Yes.

[moaning]

- [chuckles] Yeah.

So-so then I started in real estate.

And then-- [metal banging]

- [moaning]

- Are they fucking back there?

[moaning, clattering]

You know what?

I ain't gonna let it stop me.

And you shouldn't let it stop you either.

Because if you put in the--

- Coming through the tunnel. Oh, baby.

And that ain't light at the end.

That's me, baby! - Ooh!

- Going to town back there. - Oh, that's me!

- Come on! [both moaning]

[school bell rings]

- Yeah, but isn't price stability

the mandate of the central bank?

- Stable prices? Come on, man.

Price stability is an optical illusion.

And you know I don't--

Coach Murphy?

- Wow. - Hey, Coach. How you doing?

Ain't seen you in a while. I'm doing mentor work now.

- The one that got away.

You broke my heart, Simon James.

- Huh? - I know people think

baseball coaches are cold-hearted.

We're people, flesh and bone.

Look at these hands, Simon. - I'm looking.

- These hands play.

They help. They build.

They tear down.

And they build again.

They accuse, and they acquit.

They massage. Shiatsu.

They snap.

They crackle.

And they offer, like I offered you a full ride

to play baseball at UIC.

- Full ride? - Yeah.

I had to give your spot to Craig.

Just texted me this morning.

He loves the Padres.

- Full ride like "everything paid for in college" full ride?

- Delivered the letter myself.

Handed it to your sister.

- I don't have a sister. - Yeah, you do.

- No, I don't. - You think I just gave it

to someone and didn't check, and this is my fault?

So you're saying that I'm irresponsible

and didn't even follow up with you for years?

And when I didn't hear from you,

I just said, "Oh, well"?

Man, you crazy!

I mean, you are out of your mind.

Now, let me go talk to this young man and his sister.

[scoffing]

- Damn. I could have went to college.

- College isn't important. It's not even worth the paper.

- Man, you don't get it!

- OK, so you said, "I can't do this,"

and now she's going to Tampa?

Eeh. How does it feel?

- I was talking about fucking frosting.

I can't do the frosting.

- OK, well, her whole life is frosting.

So when she hears that you're done with frosting,

she is hearing that you're done with her.

- Nope. Nope. Nope. She knows what I meant.

We understand each other.

You wouldn't understand. - I don't know.

- My wife and I understand each other.

- Do you? Do you? Because all Kitty's getting

is frosting, OK?

And now she's leaving with the frosting king.

And there's no room for you in his kingdom.

- Everybody's welcome in his kingdom!

I've read the literature. - All right.

Well, all I'm saying is, Kitty used to trust you,

and now she only trusts Wheyland.

Bam.

- [growls] [tires squeal]

- Damn!

- I got into UIC?

- [sighs]

Yes, Simon.

I told the coach I was your sister,

and I hid your acceptance letter

because the sun doesn't shine on flowers in the shade.

- We can all hear you. - No. I know I'm not muted.

Fuck you.

I didn't want to live in your shadow, Simon.

What would I look like being

some random baseball player's wife?

- Rich! And who gives a shit?

We weren't married. - But we were gonna be married!

[both sigh]

I was planning on having your baby, Simon,

but I didn't want to have them in your shadow.

- That's fucked up, Monique.

- I wasn't in my right mind then.

Really good for your calves, by the way.

- [sighs]

- Scan this and give Simon the original.

- Give me this.

Oh, my God.

[upbeat music]

[jet engine roaring]

- It would be incredible spreading frosting

all over the world to the people who need it--

- Kitty! Kitty!

Kitty! [tires squeal]

Kitty!

Kitty, wait! Don't go!

Kitty!

Kitty. Kitty. Oh, my God.

Kitty, no. - Calm down. Breathe.

Breathe. Breathe.

- Kitty.

I don't want to lose my wife to a cult.

- Wheyland said this might happen.

You look at him, and all you see is grift

built on the sale of tasty frosting.

- Oh, come on. That's not--

- And you judge him for his natural horniness.

- Wait. What?

- You need to see with better eyes than that.

- Frostings. - Frostings.

That girl is such a hard worker.

- She--how old--

- [indistinct]

What?

A little hustle, please!

- One minute.

- They got kids up here working too?

- One minute. - That's foul.

- Look, I'm just worried.

Are you sure you're OK?

- Garbage.

Shred it.

Shred.

Keep it.

- INJFC is gonna change the world.

And this is something that I believe in.

You trust me, don't you, Sandy?

- You know, 15 years ago

off the coast of Guam, underwater

in a full scuba tuxedo, I vowed to swim by your side

no matter how strong the current

or plentiful the piranha.

Go get that money, girl.

Hey, stand down!

- Girl, he at the airport acting crazy.

Oh. Hold on, girl. You've got to see this.

Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

No, I'm not sending-- OK, bitch, look.

They're doing a little handshake,

a little Wonder Twins thing, hugging.

both: Goodnight! - I got it. I got it. I got it.

No, it was very corny.

And it's fake. She's lying to him.

- Have fun in Tampa.

- This motherfucker thinks she going to Tampa.

She going to DR to get her back blown out.

- Wheyland, I just have to say that I am so excited to--

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're in, right?

- Yeah. - Good.

- Oh. OK.

- OK, bye.

Arrivaderci!

You're going to Tampa, right?

Wait, why are you-- yeah, Tampa.

[tires squeal] - Hold on, something happening.

Who is that? - Hey, bro, you dropped your--

- FBI! Everybody down, now!

- Okay, what's--oh, my God.

Oh, Lord. - Oh, shit, the Feds is here.

No, the real Feds. - Uh...uh...

- Get back!

You motherfuckers ain't taking me alive!

- Bitch, come on!

[indistinct shouting] - Please, please!

- Kitty? [gunshot]

Oh, they're shooting them.

They're shooting them. [gunshot]

- Astronauts must have incredible reaction time.

My experiment asks the question,

how long can you resist this?

[crowd groaning] Got you.

- Aww, man.

- So the thing is, you've transferred six times.

That's a problem.

That's something you really don't want to do around--

- Sorry, sorry, I got here as fast as I could.

Will you guys still accept this?

Sorry about that. - Oh.

Uh...oh.

Well, will you just wait here a minute?

- Sorry, bro,

- Sorry. It'll just be a second.

- OK. I don't know what happened.

- And I quit too. I quit.

- ♪ Yo, yo ♪

[Michael Sneed's "Sometimes Blue"]

♪ What's up, world? What's the word? ♪

♪ What's the word, what's the word? ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

[scatting]

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Sometimes I get blue ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Sometimes I get misty-eyed ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Sometimes I get blue ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Sometimes I get misty-eyed ♪

♪ ♪

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