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you just wind up with a store.

Uh, or with me. (chuckles)

Jay, I don't understand. I thought we were friends.

None of your business!

(laughs) Goulash!

- (brays) - (Smithers screams)

and the thing I love about you most

Well, now you have to decide, once and for all,

And all they can do is stare blankly.

You seem glum, sir.

♪ Time for the truth to be paid off ♪

No spending limit, no store has ever heard of it.

Do I hear $50,000?

And you're gonna write it.

Oh, no. None of those pricey store-bought cubes.

Nothing in a blanket?

♪ Took my handyman off a job ♪

You're the dude who wrote The Rungs of Ruthlessness.

How dare you?! How dare you?!

Now that's what I call

Jay G seduced me with cobbler.

Uh... let me ask my wife.

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♪ And you spent your mind out ♪

Well, you spend enough time in the Hamptons

You've flown south for the winter with my heart.

Mr. Burns, your bill came from the Obsidian Card.

Thanks for your help.

Yeah, I used to be Jazzy James.

Be gone, urchin. We have work to do.

I mean, he's messed up.

A man who discovered Rick Ross

MOE: Don't take it.

but I wasn't having that.

just to bring you some ice.

Well, before long, another aimless soul

♪ You're broke now ♪

♪ After the dancers' leaving ♪

I've never had one of those newfangled swipe-a-ma-jigs.

(indistinct chatter)

That was a long time ago.

Mm-hmm, that one.

And a little bit to Baz Luhrmann.

Now he's really sobbing heavy.

I know it's crazy, but he needed me.

♪ Like Gollum did precious ♪

and coated with powdered diamond.

I mean, what are you saying?

That's Blake Black.

(women vocalizing)

Are you sure you're not spending too much money?

I should've seen it all coming.

Monogram Monty is back!

Jay G and D-O-double-G.

and still retain the ability to function.

to Trustafarians for Horse Justice.

I could barely shut up and go along with it.

and a store to support.

I just wanted to be ruthless,

Mr. Burns, what are you doing in this death hole?

between the last tycoon of the Jazz Age

Hand-sawn and tong-carried.

I hope this bite never heals.

You've got to splash the cash,