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Depends. You got good sh*t?

Put it this way. I sell him his sh*t.

What's up with this nigga, man?

Cool. Can you do an ounce?

Yeah, no sweat. Three bills.

Three hundred. I like it.

You get the better price

when you come direct to the distributor.

I guess so.

All right.

Yeah, so, she opened the door.

And I'm like, "Yo. Chill.

I ain't about that drama."

You know what I mean?

"I know you got

another nigga in the crib."

What's up?

What?

Can I get the sh*t?

What sh*t?

I just gave you $300 for some weed.

Any of you niggas ever

seen this motherf***er before?

I ain't seen sh*t.

Man, get the f*** out of here.

- All right. All right, okay.

- Yeah, yeah.

This white bo wild.

Parachute pants.

Looking like Jay Leno and sh*t.

Look like he going to church.

Yo, yo, hold up, hold up, man.

- What the f***.

- Sh*t!

Come on! Where's everybody going?

I thought we were gonna hang out.

What a bunch of a**holes.

What the f*** was that? Are you crazy?

It's cool, bro.

I have a Class 3 Firearms license.

- Huh?

- Come on, get in.

I know another dealer nearby.

It's weird. We were the same age,

but I always looked up to Efraim.

When life kicked me, I stayed down.

But not Efraim. He kicked back.

Mr. President, we want to thank you

for visiting us here today.

We are honored to be serving our country,

and proud to welcome you,

our wartime Commander in Chief...

- Hey.

- Hey, sweetie.

How was the funeral?

It was amazing.

Oh, my God. You're so stoned, aren't you?

Huh? What?

You just described a funeral as "amazing."

What? No. The funeral was really sad.

Yeah, everyone was totally bummed out.

But I ran into my friend from growing up.

The guy I told you about. Efraim Diveroli?

The one you got arrested with?

Yeah. I mean, we did

some other stuff too, but...

Anyway, he just moved back to Miami.

That's great, right?

Yeah. I'm supposed

to swing by his office tomorrow.

We're gonna grab lunch.

- Okay.

- Are you hungry?

- Hmm?

- I'm so hungry.

- We don't have much here.

- Oh.

- I mean, we have pizza.

- Really?

- And nachos.

- We have nachos?

And ice cream.

Wait, what? We never have ice cream.

You're f***ing with me, aren't you?

That is so mean.

That was so easy.

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Borstein.

This is David Packouz.

You told me to call today at 11:00.

I have those bed sheets with me,

and I would love for you to take a look.

Uh, sir, if you give me the chance

I am confident that your residents

will appreciate the difference.

It's an expense we can't justify,

and we're just not interested.

Uh-huh.

Okay, well, thank you for your time.

Yeah, this is contract specialist

Lindsey Michaels

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