Broad City

Since consciously uncoupling from Deals, Deals, Deals,

I've been catering regularly and babysitting whenever I need dat cash.

Although I was making an ass-load of money at

Sushi Mambeaux until they got shut the eff down

for a gnarly bed bugs infestation.

I'm clean now. I'm... I'm fully clean.

Uh, wow, uh, usually, we don't get

everybody's back story.

That's, uh, surprising.

Living on the edge.

To circle back...

We have medium-speed Wi-Fi, draft beer on tap...

Okay, what?

Girl, I hope I get to work here!

So do we!

It'd be $500 a month.

Okay, I was thinking more like $1,000.

Whoa, that would get you a way bigger office.

All right, I'm just gonna say it.

Does this mean I'm freakin' hired?

Hired?

Aren't you renting an office space?

I thought I was interviewing for the office manager position?

We're the office manager.

Is this...

Yeah, 495 Broadway.

490.

Pffft!

Classic me.

Whoop! Sorry!

Also, got to say... what an hysterical

business model to brand this as, like,

a shared co-working space when really you're

storing people in what are essentially closets

after luring them in with these, like,

seemingly high-end perks, but it's also, like,

a bag of beer in a trash can under a counter.

YouWork is a multi- billion-dollar corporation.

That is fucking genius.

Guys, don't waste my time like this again.

Nice meeting you.

Uh, okay, Fernando, I swear I don't know

why it keeps getting clogged.

Listen, lady, toilet paper's not gonna make it through

these old pipes, much less your tampons

and maxi pads with wings for heavy flow.

Okay, first of all, I have an extra-heavy flow.

Second of all, I don't flush my tampons

and pads down the toilet.

Third of all, you're saying I can't flush toilet paper?

Well, if you must wipe, well, the other residents

use a separate garbage can for their used toilet paper,

and they don't make a stink about it.

Stink.

So I can't poop, wipe, and flush in my own apartment?

I mean, that's some third-world shit.

You mean developing nation.

I-I-I did mean that.

That is... That is right.

Well, I grew up using a shit bucket.

And I did not mean that in a bad way.

I meant it in a great way.

Growing up like that is dope.

You know what? I'm gonna get one.

I'm just gonna get one.

I'll get a shit bucket.

All right, got some snacks, dawg, yeah.

All right, where the fuck

was this interview supposed to be?

Shit, phone...

I love this city.

Sorry.

Oh, shit.

Sorry.

Oh, no.

I just moved here.

Cool.

All right, all right, all right!

All right.

Geez.

Linda freakin' Lodi?

Linda!

Linda, hey!

Hey, It's Ilana Wexler!

I used to work for you at your temp agency!

- Ilana? - Come on over!

That's so crazy.

- Hey! - Ilana, hi!

Oh, my gosh.

So, how are you?

Good, good. I'm just, uh, working over there in that coffee shop.

What are you working on?

Oh, well, I'm working on my screenplay.

"We Lost Grandma at the Water Park."

That sounds hilarious.

Oh, well, it's a... it's a drama, actually.

Dope. Dope.

But, uh, it's good. It's good.

I just... the only thing is I have to keep an eye on

my stuff and my son every time I want to take a smoke break.

I mean, they didn't used to kick us out of places

for smoking in the '90s, right?

You know, I never thought about it like that.

Anti-smoking is discriminatory.

I just want a place where I can work and smoke.

You know, Linda, today might be your lucky day

because I have a situation starting up here where you can

sit and smoke and charge your phone and your devices and work,

and you never have to let your belongings leave your sight.

Whoa, that actually sounds kind of perfect.

Um, well, uh, how much do you charge?

We are charging...

50 cents a minute.

You know what? I'll take it.

Here.

40 minutes... 45, I'll give ya.

All right, awesome. I'll go get my stuff.

Yes, awesome, get your stuff, and then come back.

Abbi!

- Man, I got you again! - Every time, man.

Come on, girl. Bring it in.

Hoo!

Doo, doo, doo. Doo, doo, doo.

Doo, doo, doo. Doo, doo, doo.

Pshh!

So, what you looking for, Abb?

Okay, so, this is a little bit embarrassing,

but my building's pre-World War I

in the plumbing, and it's, like, really...

Say no more. Bath accessories.

Dope, dude, thanks.

Great seeing you.

You too. Holla at me, Abb!

Hey, dude, I'm in the middle of trying to find

this thing at BB&B.

Hold up, you're at BB&B, Abbi?

Can you grab me six power strips

and six extension cords and meet me at that place

where that dude gave you that condom stat?

Well, I was gonna say stuff, too.

Holy shit bucket.

Dude, what is all of this?

Welcome to SheWork.

We are officially open for shiz-ness.

What is SheWork?

SheWork is an inclusive work environment

that caters to smokers.

I see a bunch of... no offense...

trash furniture and two people smoking cigarettes.

Walk with me.

So, SheWork uses the urban landscape for

a fast-paced work space with no boundaries.

Huh. If parkour is using the city

as your gym, SheWork is using the city as your office.

So, correct me if I'm wrong.

People are paying you

to use the free public charging stations?

So what? All the great male entrepreneurs do it, okay?

They take something that already exists,

claim it was their idea, throw in some fancy furniture,

and charge double for it.

For letting people sit on your junk and smoke?

Exactly.

Wait, Ilana, hold on, hold on, hold on.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Smoking cigarettes is disgusting.

Okay, smoking is obvs heinous...

But who am I to judge a nicotine addiction?

I mean, I'm... fully addicted to weed.

True. Okay, you got the stuff.

I thank you, bitch. Oh, yeah.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Great, thank you so much.

And, actually, a trash can is the only thing

we don't need here at SheWork.

No, no, no. This is actually mine,

uh, my shit bucket, so...

Come again?

It... It's my shit bucket.

Pardon me?

My... I had to get a shit bucket.

Okay, um...

Who, what, how, when, where, and why?

Okay, it's a funny story.

Uh, you know how my toilet is always getting clogged.

Pfft. Yeah.

Um, so, Fernando actually let me know that I can't

flush toilet paper anymore, and actually I have to

discard it in a separate bin right next to the toilet.

So what'd you say to him?

So, then I said... I said...

I said, "Fernando, I will get that shit bucket."

That's what I said, and I got... I got one.

Oh, Abbi. Dude, I was, like...

I was standing there, and I was just,

like, so stunned by what was going on,

I got bullied into buying a shit bucket.

You know, and I think we should take this issue

into the community-action wing of SheWork.

- Oh, wow, is there whole other...? - Come on.