Okay. Well, I mean, I'm the one taking the whole risk.

All you do is show up and drink.

You think we'd ditch you if something went wrong?

- I'm fucking offended, man. - Yeah, me too.

The idea behind tonight is to get these bitches...

...to recognize us as large-scale ballers.

Back in Queens, I had hoes blowing me on the reg.

- I started hanging out with you two. Zero! - I just don't really see the point any more.

COSTA: How do you not see the point? There's the point. There's the point.

THOMAS: Okay.

COSTA: There's two more fucking points right there! It's all around you.

THOMAS: Dude, I get it.

If you fuck this up, I will stab you. I'm not kidding.

- Okay, no more than 20 people. - Twenty people?

- All right, 30 people. - Thirty people?

- To make sure my house doesn't get fucked. J.B.: Thirty people won't change anything for us.

All right, look, okay, 50 people, absolute max.

Fine, 50 people, absolute max.

You know, just big enough to be cool.

MAN (ON TV): Sand, an adversary in many ways more dangerous than those carrying weapons.