Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nuking popcorn. Come on, man.

You wanna lock the door?

Steady. Steady eyes. Steady mouth.

Funding the opposition's campaign ad. Must have cost you a pretty penny.

Well, you certainly got the last laugh.

But tomorrow we go give that guy a piece of our mind.

I mean, full disclosure…

- Do you like the ad? - No, we don't like it, Sheil.

let me get a hit of that joint. This day just took it right out of me.

A Russian gal that some of the girls at the club use.

If that's what it takes.

The only way to win is to hit back hard. Okay?

And your face will get better. I mean, isn't that the whole point?

- Thank you. - Thanks.

- Yeah, broadcast quality. - Excuse me?

Fucking unbelievable.

- I have both your numbers. - Okay.

I don't think of you, really. At all.

Big heads. Ever see an actor? Biggest bobbleheads in the world, man.

Let's watch it again.

When we make our video,

That's not true. You're gorgeous.

It's around five grand a run. Four if they bro me.

I know my way around planning codes.

I just wanted to see where we are with campaign finance.

- It's totally sick, babe. - You're sick, babe.

Take Greta here.

- There's butter on this already. - Yeah. That's how it comes.

Or we get a post house to do it for us through my independent film contacts.

- Thank you, yeah. - Hey, Jer.

Is that what you're about, Sheil?