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- Okay, we got a biggie burger, wings,
two waters, y'all want sauce?
- Boy, you know we want that sauce.
- Yeah, we wanna get it real wet.
Okay, 10.48, drive on up.
Damn, now what you two little fine
rich girls doing eating here?
Whole Foods out of gas or something?
- We in the mood to get reckless tonight.
You wanna turn up with us?
Hell yeah.
- Let's go smoke out back, three ways.
Yo, where you get weed from?
Yo, it's been dry as hell around here.
Everybody's down bad.
You have no idea what we had to do to get this pack.
Come here.
Whoa.
- Woo! - Spark it up, baby, yeah.
- So look, I'm working for this company
called Too Smack'd, it's like a app.
Like, that delivers snacks to weed-heads,
you know what I'm saying?
And it's called Too Smack'd 'cause like,
you smacking while you snack.
- Oh my god. - You get it?
Too Smack.
Y'all got me too high.
- You ain't really high until you hit this.
That looks like a purge mask.
- Come on, baby. - Okay, a little bit.
Are you ready, all right.
- Here's what's up. - What the?
- We're gonna go inside and you're gonna give us
all of the cash in the register,
or we're gonna deep fry your meat, cool?
Damn, man.
Why y'all gotta go all Clermont twins on me like that?
- Our Xan dealer don't take Daddy credit card no more.
- Well what in the sweet hell have you got going on?
I got robbed.
By who?
- Savages, they was big and it was a lot of 'em
and I fought 'em off for as long as I could.
- Boy, you know the first rule of working the night shift
is you can't leave the store unattended, bro.
These people out here are animals
and they will kill your mama for a damn egg sandwich.
Now I gotta go back here and see if we got
the damn thugs on the videotape.
Video?
- Roger, man, let me impeach you on a little wisdom, man.
If you wanna be in charge,
you've got to follow the rules, bro.
You gotta be a sheep but not a outside sheep.
You wanna be an inside sheep, 'cause outside sheep get ate.
A sheep, remember that at your next job.
- Next job? - Yeah, 'cause I'mma
have to let you go, man, you fired.
And I need that shirt back.
- Oh no, no, you can't, yo, you can't take this shirt.
I got a meeting at the bank and I need this shirt,
I left my shirt at home.
- The shirt is property of Zesto's,
I need that shirt back, man.
- Fine man, I'mma do my own thing anyway, keep the shirt.
Man, what the hell is this?
Ah, I left that in the pocket.
- I guess you had a hell of a night.
No, no, that's mine, dog.
- It was in the shirt so I guess it belong to Zesto's now.
That shirt is horrible, undershirt dirty.
How you get ketchup on your nipple?
Bye.
Anybody else wanna get fired?
Not me.
- Good afternoon, I'm Calvin, you Hayes?
My man. - Yeah, I'm Hayes.
- Can I get you anything to make the ride more comfortable?
AC, bottle of water, go to the back, get some loud?
Did you just offer me drugs?
I'm gonna have to take two stars off your rating.
Wait, for real?
No, I'm just playing.
ATL is dry as dust.
Yeah, it is.
- Why do you think I'm in this sketch park right now?
Let's go to my office.
We are open for business.
This is that sky high, Mr. Hayes.
You hit this, you're gonna be staring
at the sky for three hours like this.
On the contrary, that is bunk.
- You just gonna disrespect me like that?
- I've seen pocket lint that's better.
- Well go on and smoke your pocket lint, then.
Go on and smoke your pocket lint with your rude ass.
'Cause you ain't hurting my hustle.
Just my feelings.
Get out my car, Mr. Hayes.
Really?
- Nah, I'm just playing.
You could've bought some weed, though.
Every time.
Hello sir, may I borrow your shirt?
I'll give it right back, dog.
Roger?
Hey, it's Alicia, from high school?
Yo, yeah.
Wow, you look amazing, like Angela Rye amazing,
like Jemele Hill amazing.
- Okay. - You look good.
I was going for Taylor Rooks,
but I'll give you points for trying.
Good looking.
So, how have you been?
What are you doing here?
- Trying to get a loan for my business.
In that shirt?
That's a raggedy-ass shirt,
you look like you did a little army crawl to get here.
It's a long story.
Yeah?
Wish I had time to hear it.
This is my boss, I gotta go.
It was good seeing you.
I'll see you later.
Aight, shy business lady.
Where are you, cuz?
We got our meeting at the bank.
Oh baby, that feels so good.
Are you smashing right now?
- No, boy, I'm making mashed potatoes.
- Yo whatever man, just hurry up, dog.
- Bitch, I told you to get off the phone.
Your stroke ain't even that good.
- So your company name is Too Smack'd?
- Yep, it's an app where you deliver snacks to stoners.
Do you have any collateral?
Something, you know, of value that could guarantee the loan.
Oh, yeah.
Check these out.
These are good as cash.
I got Waffle House, man, this has like 6.50.
I got a IHOP, I got a Jiffy Lube,
I have like four or five on it.
That's good, right?
Man, I can't never count on you for nothing, never ever.
- Listen, stop pressing me, okay?
I told you I was cooking.
Oh, green eggs and ham.
Man, shut up, man.
Yo, we missed out on a bank loan 'cause you did.
You really need to tighten up.
Yes, and just because we cuz,
that doesn't mean I got to help you.
- You stay in my mama basement for free, what you mean?
- You stay in your mama basement.
It's my mama!
It's my auntie.
Yeah, fool.
Ha ha, well, well, well.
Two brokest, mustiest boys I know.
Through here stankin', messing up the community.
What's up Calv, you here for the re-up?
- Hell no, I can't even give your dirty ass weed away.
- Whoa. - Count your blessing,
this is the only weed in town.
I had to mix that with oregano.
Basil and cilantro.
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