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Say, do you mind if we store, uh...
♪ Chop, chop, chop
Fuckin' sisters right there.
There he is! Mr. Freeman, look over here!
Mornin', nigga.
Why do I have to get a job?
For example, let's say I come by unannounced,
Tough luck, nigga. We'll call you when we need you.
I repeat, not... An African-American,
Can I help you, motherfucker?
which, I can assure you, is completely real...
You hear me? I don't give a fuck about your chemo!
This Mr. Ruckus is not...
It'll be like a commune.
$3 million in debt.
I just have to go to the bathroom.
Yes, that's right.
True that. True that. Now, that's true, Granddad.
♪ Chop, chop, chop ♪
My nigger.
That's garbage! Your generation is just lazy, that's all.
made this country great.
Well, uh... It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wuncler the Second.
I feel like I know you.
Uncle Ruckus ran for president and basically almost won.
Because the Chinaman uses slave labor, and we don't.