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and two in her pocket.

- What's my mother got to do with any...

- cut it out!

I am tired of playing

momma dearest around here,

so you ball-slappers

best make nice

or I'll whip out

the metal hangers!

Ranjit, here's ten bucks.

Go get us all some coffee,

and none of that cheap sh*t,

I want something nice

that they enslave people

in south America for.

And keep your mitts

off people's sh*t!

- Why me? He...

cap it!

"Speed your way" easy chairs,

your hope for elderly scooters.

This is clarelle,

how can I help you?

It's a bit of a shitter,

but it's got potential.

It's kinda shitty.

F***in' shitty.

You're looking at the star

of fashion week

if you can pull this off.

- Yeah, pull that sh*t all off.

- High ceilings.

- But we don't have any color.

- Hello! -Calm down, price.

Why is it always me?

Come on, I'll show you

why we really came here.

There's four bedrooms

down the hall

that aren't even being used,

and wait till you guys see this.

- Okay, pull her arms back.

Yeah, that's good.

That's how we like it.

Mmm-hmm.

Now arch your back, baby.

Arch your back.

Now ride him.

Pull out slow.

Slower!

Slower!

And punch!

Cut!

God damn it, cut!

And what is this?

Amateur day?

And what is that?

Huh?

Your dick is flapping around

like cock snot.

Hello!

Anybody home?

Pleasure, do me a favor

and get into makeup

while I talk to silly putty

super schlong over here.

'Cause your face look like sh*t.

What you say, motherf***er?

Now listen here,

miss ghetto fab,

and listen good.

Now I don't wanna hear

any flim flam

coming out of your mouth,

'cause you're f***ing

with your money,

and more importantly,

you're f***ing with my money,

and I don't take

too kindly to that sh*t.

Now, you're the star

of this f***ing show,

and if it was up to me,

I'd bury your head

in a mound of pillows,

and unlucky for me

my bosses didn't hire me

to shoot "ass pounders 254,"

so, taking

your beat-up face

and burying it

in a mound of pillows

isn't exactly an option.

Take your bootylicious ass

to makeup,

don't pass, go, collect $200,

till I f***ing say so!

Makeup!

Fix her f***in' gorilla chin.

- I need a money shot! -I don't

like to see her treated this way.

Dude, she's a porn chick,

she takes platoons of penises

in her butt for a paycheck.

I don't care.

She's still a person.

Hey!

One f***ing voice!

Where you goin', punjab?

Know what?

F*** you, man.

Don't talk about my people.

I don't have to take this sh*t

anymore, okay?

That was hot.

Now that that's settled.

- I'd f*** him.

- Hey, assy.

My name is azeebo.

Oh, I know what they call you.

I write

your two dollar contracts.

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