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Hey, listen. I tell you what though.
You're under arrest for 43 counts of fraud and 30 counts of embezzlement.
But that **** James
You ready, motherfucker?
Bênção kick!
bully
- What the fuck is that?! Get off! - It's me! It's me!
...house?
Great to meet you too.
I heard you!
So the normal minimum buy-in to the Nexel Fund is 5 million...
It makes you wanna give it back to them...
Oh.
That's right. We're talking the real police.
But you gotta trust me, man.
JUST EAT YOUR FUCKING SALAD
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- Mr. King? - Yes.
Which forces me to ask the question, Are you fucking with me?
Babe. This does not make any sense.
I'm positive. I just wanna ask you one question.
Not a home office!
I'm sad-dogging you.
Humor me.
- That is... - Thank you.
Get hard Alison brie
- No, I didn't! - Yes, you did!
...and you freaked out and Darnell took control of the situation.
...if I were to put that same amount in my own fund...
No. You made me hard.
Somehow you're getting me to hug you, and I don't know how that's happening.
I came up with a great idea.
Prisoners are scared. Guards are scared.
He's a narc!
You and I are exactly the same.
Who are you gonna raise that Chinese baby with?
- The king's titties. - That's right.
What are you doing? What is that?
James King, Wealthrop Funds.
Talk like this and be every stereotype he already thinks I am.
But I buckled down and I succeeded.
Cops came, man.
You're never getting out alive! Ha, ha.
Yeah. How about that, you knew my name!
All right, James. Look, you're gonna get in a fight on the inside. Okay?
So you don't think it's too much house, do you?
Yes.
You were always one step ahead of me.
Motherfucker! Say something else, bro!
All right. I'll just go do it.
We're moving on from the mad dog. James, can you fight?
Let me hear some of it.
...international accounts, institutions...
- You ready, motherfucker?! - Aah!
And it's that whole helpless feeling that I have about our creative process being monetized...
Hey, big guy, my name is Ken. I work here.
He's so charismatic. Real natural leader. Reminds me of a young Ronald Reagan.
Ready for what?!
You ready to train harder than you've ever trained?
Rita, Makayla, new house, good school.
Please leave a message after the tone.
Hey, I'm about to tear you a new ass.
- You blew up my club, Jew Hair! - Oh, shit!
More importantly, I'm not gonna be anyone's bitch.
You could swim over and borrow a cup of gold.
Oh yeah!... Murder's My Favorite
- Here you go. - Oh.
You scared the shit out of me, man.
Bye-bye.
Mashooq
Those are the type of guys you're gonna see in San Quentin.
I don't know where I belong.
Whoo! Look at that kick!
Hey, son. You're a disappointment to your parents.
Motherfucker, freeze!
- Your fiancée left you. - That's right!
Excuse me.
Sweet dreamzzz
But Russell, from the Crenshaw Kings, referred me?
What? This is so dark.
Maybe it's time that we act like we got work to do.
MERRY DICKMAS SANTA COCK
- Lifeboat. Come on. - All right.
stock market is gangsta
We just have to figure out a way to get the door open.
You keep an eye on my ex-future son-in-law, would ya?
How about we make a toast to escaping fucking Nazis.
Trescomas Tredcomas
Almost sounds like a movie.
Why don’t you leave him alone. Come on let’s go
That's what happens when you try to jump a fence illegally. Hm?
What happened to my tennis court?
Thank you, Jesus!
Get hard
And I fucking loved it!
Wait, man. You murder people all the time, Black.
Make the right decision, James.
Die! Die!
Please stop.
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Good one, Spider.
Infinity pool.
Im gonna punch you In the fuck!
I don't know what that means.
Shit, cousin! Man, tell them to put their guns down!
This is the U. S. Marshall Service. Prepare to be boarded.
Yeah. No, we all did. I just didn't wanna bring it up first, that's all.
- Who are you? - I'm Dante.
Hey, Russell. Russell!
Hey, guys. He's in there.
Hey! Open up. Open up.
- Yes. - Go over there and fight one of them.
Should burn everybody in here.
Fuck a bag of tits!
This is the end, guys.
No this house is a shithole
Everything flows through Nomad…
Clean the roofs, Mike.
Principles.
- Say what you mean. - You got five years' receipts, motherfucker?
Mayo and Chocolate!
No, I'm not on the bench, man.