All About the Money Page #3

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Dude! Oh, my God!

Be cool, man. It's from the vacuum company.

They give me this stuff.

Whoa, hold on, Vince, is it?

Is this really your job?

Like, you just bust on in here,

dump dirt and sh*t

all over the floor

and tell me I can

make more money than you do?

I get it.

I'm the guy being laughed at

in the room, right?

It's not like

there's much difference

between you and this pile

of dirt right now.

This is not very, um...

uh...

There's, uh, you can have it.

I'm sorry.

No! What? Take it?

You're not gonna clean this up?

The vacuum works, so they say.

Wow! Oh, my God.

Look, man, when I tell you to go get us

some coffee, don't put cream in my sh*t.

Black people

like our sh*t black!

Christopher Jefferson Johnson, you ain't

playin' no more damn games with me!

You can wallow that fat ass

right on back out that door.

- You can wallow your ass if you don't sign

these divorce papers. -B*tch, please.

I'm warning you, Chris, you're

not gonna mess this up for me.

He's a real man.

He's the next nigga.

F*** you lookin' at?

Get your ass to work!

Affirmative action, that's

why I hired your honky ass!

Get, get, get!

Now, look here, you think

you're gonna get knocked up

by this rich motherf***er then

try to get a divorce from me

so you can run off and get paid

and get married and sh*t?

It ain't goin' down

like that, baby.

Oh, you gonna give me a divorce,

you best believe that.

You got an envelope,

I got an envelope.

In this envelope

is a picture of you,

buckin' my brother,

Jerome Jefferson Johnson III,

and a neighbor, and the

motherf***er across the street.

The mailman!

There's a picture of you in here

with peanut butter

on your left ass cheek

with the dog licking it off,

I invented that!

Now, you wanna get a divorce,

you and your rich sugar daddy

gonna have to pay me.

That's what it is.

Now, get the f*** out.

- Get, rock, agitate the ground!

- Uggh!

That's a waste of a good ass.

Get to work!

F*** you lookin' at?

Take the tire off, get the

engine out the motherf***er,

jump in it and drive,

kill yourself.

F*** you, too!

All you motherfuckers

act like you ain't never had

a b*tch fool around on you.

I ain't the only one

up in this motherf***er.

I quit, too, hah, b*tches!

Yes?

Chris!

Oh, my God, how are you?

You know what,

I actually don't give a f***.

Please hold while I get the other half

of this sh*t sandwich on the line.

- Hello? -How are ya? You're on

the phone with the Rickster.

- Who the f*** is this? -I said

"the Rickster" the first time.

- That's long for Rick.

- Who is Rick?

It's Rick, for f*** sake.

Chris, this is Rick the dick

from college.

Why you callin', motherf***er?

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