♪ upbeat music ♪
♪♪♪
♪ It's Showtime tonight ♪
[Yassir] Previously on Black Monday...
[Dawn screams]
What if there was a club just for men?
Have you never heard of Just F-O-R Men?
Hey, girlfriend!
I am back at the Jammer Group.
That's my Keithy!
Haven't you felt a little guilty since the crash?
- No. - There's no Georgina.
[Blair] All that's left is a bunch of pallets of Skants
that we couldn't even give away.
- It's a skort. - It's Skants.
[grunts]
Call me Dede.
I understand you're looking for an investor.
We have evidence that points to Blair and Dawn.
[Mo] Blair is using Congressman Harris's
insider information to front-run the market.
You want to finance my campaign?
[Ruth] Marcus is head
of the African American Scholarship Fund.
I just don't think we are the right firm for you.
Who else should I trust
with $30 million dollars' worth of our community's futures?
[Mo] Our deal is Blair, not Dawn.
If I find out that you're lying for her,
you're all going down.
[Dawn] Mo, you call this spooky?
I specifically asked for mid-shin,
and this fog is ankle deep at best.
Tonight is TBD's coming out.
We have to prove that we can party with the big boys,
and this shit,
this looks like Tito tried to remake the "Thriller" video.
Dawnie, no one's gonna be paying attention
to any of these decorations
when they get a load of my bitches' brew.
'Cause they're gonna be miles high.
[sarcastically] Oh, wow, nothing says "partying"
like obscure jazz references.
Obscure?
Miles Davis is literally
all people think of when they hear the word "jazz."
Just take a taste.
Something's missing.
- Ta-da. - Mm, Robitussin.
- Oh, yeah. - Yeah, yeah.
[chuckles]
Oh, you remember that New Year's Eve
we got so 'tussin'd,
I tried to buy weed off an undercover police horse?
[laughs] You had a Robo seizure during sex.
Oh, my God, I thought I was gonna die.
- Me too. - [laughs]
So let me ask you something.
You, uh, trying to impress all the clientele...
or just Marcus?
Shut up, Mo.
Hey, don't worry about it, Dawnie, okay?
You're the second-best boss this place has ever seen.
Happy Halloween!
♪ punchy music ♪
♪♪♪
[Blair] Well, I did it.
I got my next big idea.
I told you, Dawn.
Sometimes you just have to have...
faith.
- Is that my leather jacket? - I don't get the reference.
[scoffs] Reagan is going to announce
major tariffs against Japan tomorrow at 7 a.m.
This is TBD's chance to get back in the black
and "yen" some.
All we have to do is short the yen,
and we'll make a fucking killing.
Yeah, but how can you be so sure
that he's even gonna do that shit?
Um,
I have been analyzing, uh, foreign currency markets
and, uh, cross-referencing geopolitical--
You stole the info
from that congressman you're blasting.
Yes, Dawn, I did.
[mockingly] Yes, Dawn, he did.
[laughter]
Look, I love him,
but this is bigger than love.
This is money--so much money-- and he's never gonna know.
This is a fucking brilliant idea.
You really are a whiz kid. Do this shit immediately.
- Thanks, Mo. - [Mo] Yeah.
But Dawn, in order to make a big enough profit
to really un-Ponzi our asses
and balance our books once and for all,
we're gonna have to tap in to your AASF funds
to leverage all the way up.
Okay, on second thought,
using the African American Scholarship Fund's cash
to insider trade on top-secret stolen information--
I mean, yikes.
We should sleep on this.
Better yet, let's black out on it.
[Blair] No, because the second word gets out,
people are gonna jump all over this and kill the profits.
- Also, fuck off, Mo. - [Mo] Wait a minute.
No, no, no, no, no, Blair, listen.
He's right, though. All right?
This is--this is dirty, even for us.
Yeah.
I've managed to make
a good, honest profit
keeping the AASF money separate, you know?
And I'm not about to risk all those kids' future.
Not to mention if the SEC finds out, we are fucked...
- Ooh. - Forever.
Forever fucked.
But that's the best part.
No one's ever gonna find out.
The SEC doesn't track Asian markets after 2 a.m.,
and the only evidence is gonna be a disc
in our own record room.
All we have to do is trash that disc
after we make the trade,
use the windfall to finance Harris' campaign,
then he'll jam through a fat AmeriSavings bailout for us,
and we can go back to being
the honest, equal-opportunity firm of the future
that we promised we would be after we destroyed Mo.
No offense, Mo.
Some taken.
But in order to do this,
we have to use those AASF funds, Dawn.
- [sighs] - [Blair] Trust me.
[quietly] Oh, God.
♪ I believe the children are our future ♪
[together] ♪ Teach them well ♪
♪ And let them lead the way ♪
Dawn, you hate kids.
[weakly] I do.
♪ punchy music playing ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪♪
Whoa.
- Cool sad guy costume. - [Wayne] Hilarious.
I'm going home.
Why should I stay someplace everyone hates me?
Nobody hates you.
You know, just, uh...
just all the women.
But come on, my man,
A sloppy office party is the perfect night
to change all that.
I hate Halloween.
It's a stupid, pagan holiday that celebrates witches,
which are basically
chick doctors.
Anyway, I don't have a costume or anything,
so, like, whatever.
We can fix that, big guy. Uh, hold on.
Um...
All right, one of my Coogi sweaters and...
ooh, a tray of Jell-o shots.
[as Bill Cosby] Zip-zop, bippity bop.
Theo, Denise, Rudy, Vanessa.
[as self] You are now America's favorite dad,
hero of the black community, Dr. Bill Cosby.
He is a super guy.
- Okay, I'll stay. - [Yassir] Yes!
[door clicks open]
- Dawn. - Yeah?
Are you really gonna do that shit with the AASF money?
You used to do all kinds of shit with everybody's money.
The Jammer Group was founded on shit.
Besides, you heard him. No one's ever gonna know.
You will.
Dawn, you are not me or Blair.
You wanna act like a tough chick,
but I know you were all torn up
about all the people you hurt on Black Monday.
Come on. Don't let Blair drag you down.
Fuck. You're right.
Fine, I'll just-- I'll tell Blair
to trade with his own accounts.
I'm sure it will be a big enough win
to hold us over until we get the bailout.
Thanks, Momo.
You know I'm looking out for you.
Yeah.
[soft dramatic music]
♪♪♪
[phone buzzes]
Connie, it's Mo, listen.
It's all going down at the TBD Halloween party tonight,
and it's the exact kind of huge shit
that you've been looking for so you can leverage Blair
into a confession, okay?
You can get him, and I can get back to my life.
[Connie] Finally.
You know, Mo, for what it's worth, I'm happy for you.
Believe it or not, I want you to be free.
Aw, Connie.
And I want you to go fuck yourself.
[phone beeps]
[Waylon] Let me guess, Aisha,
you're not coming to dinner with my folks.
Babe, I can finish this case tonight.
[as Prince Akeem] Let's fucking party!
♪ I'm kicking into overdrive ♪
♪ Gonna leave it all behind ♪
- [laughs] - Hi.
- Whoo. - Oh.
Hey, how are you? Are you okay?
You've been here for, like, ten seconds
and you're already wasted.
Well, I've been drinking since my morning meetings...
- yesterday. - Meetings?
Finally brought my Pfaffshion samples around town.
Well, how did it go?
It was terrible, you idiot. Sorry.
It's just no one wants denim on their glasses.
Who am I kidding? I'm not a fashion designer.
I don't know what I am.
I'm having a quarter-life crisis.
Well, I don't know if you're gonna make it
- into your 130s, baber. - Exactly, life is short.
Hey, hey, what did I promise you
the night I proposed this partnership?
I swore to you that we would be
the biggest power couple in New York, nay,
the world, and we are about to be after tonight
as long as we keep working together.
Tiff, you don't have to be anything
except Mrs. Pfaff.
You're Mrs. Pfaff.
- Enjoy it, babe. - Blair.
Oh, hi.
Uh, uh, Tiff, this is Congressman Harris
and his daughter, I think.
[laughter]
No, this is his wife, Corkie.
It's nice to meet you, Tiff. Blair.
Uh, it's nice to meet you both.
That's a great costume. Let me guess.
You are Huey Lewis from Back to the Future.
Nope, I'm a fourth grade teacher.
So lame, right?
- Yeah, 'cause you are a-- - A high school teacher.
Oh.
Blair, before we party, I really need to discuss
some business with you, privately.
I--I need to handle a big piece of your business.
My business is urgent.
Oh, you can't wait to do business?
Well, let's do it in my office.
Come on, now, Dada.
Please don't leave me alone at another party
while you go off with the boys.
Hey, let--let him go. You know what?
If Blair does business with the Congressman
the way he used to with me, they'll be back
- before you know it. - Ouch.
♪♪♪
Come on, we can make our own fun.
Want a drink?
Oh, no. I don't drink.
Do you like to watch?
♪♪♪
- [giggles] - Oh, my gosh.
Whoo!
[drum beating]
[jazzy music]
♪♪♪
[Keith] Feed me!
God damn it, Keith. What do you want?
Info--all of it.
I don't have any info-- what is that smell?
Ugh, someone peed on me.
Look, I know something big is going down tonight.
Is it a trade or a deal--what?
Only thing going down tonight is my boogie.
Tell me or I'm gonna tell Dawn and Blair it was you
who blew up their bank deal
by blowing up AmeriSavings.
The same AmeriSavings blowup that you were a part of?
[together] What are you doing here?
Who are you working for?
[pop music plays]
[cheering, indistinct speech]
- Really? - What?
- Whoa, cool costume. - Get the fuck out of my face.
Whoa. Ow!
Aw, your highness, I am so glad you could make it.
[as Akeem] I wouldn't miss it, your flyness.
You look amazing.
Would it be inappropriate if I asked you--
To dance.
To dance--yeah, I asked first, so, you know, there it is.
I'm pretty sure I just did.
[Mo] Uh, you didn't hear me just say it?
I believe I was about to do this.
- [Mo] No, I just asked-- - Must be nice.
Yeah.
So if you don't drink, what do you do
with yourself when your husband's off doing business?
♪♪♪
- These help. - Ooh.
- May I? - Oh, yes, please.
Yeah, those are--
Valium, dexies, benzo fury. What's that one?
Giraffe laxative.
- For your figure? - You ever seen a fat giraffe?
- You really know your pills. - So do you.
Mother's little helper-- is what my mom called me
when I'd go fetch her pills.
You know, maybe I will have some punch.
I mean, Jesus drank wine, right?
Yes, and I think there's-- oop--wine in this.
Give her a try.
Ooh, don't mind if I do. Eenie, meenie, minie.
[gulps]
- [laughter] - Cheers.
I hope I don't shit myself all night.
You might.
There's only one way to settle this, playboy.
[as Akeem] Name it and claim it.
How about a dance battle, Akeem?
Let's go, Akeem.
- Was that his accent? - That is his accent.
[as Akeem] No, it's more like this.
No, that's what I'm doing, Akeem.
- No, Akeem, I'm doing it. - No, Akeem--
[Mo] You're doing some broken down thing--
[Marcus] You sound like Count Dracula.
Where are you supposed to be from?
I am from Zamunda. Where are you from?
Oh, no, I'm from Zamunda.
[chuckles] Zamunda, well--
That's supposed to be how you pronounce Zamunda?
- That's Zamunda? - That's Zamunda?
[indistinct arguing]
[muffled music continues]
Oh, you meant actual business.
Just tell me-- is everything okay with TBD?
Yeah, yeah, never better. Why?
Well, we just shot a great new spot,
but when we went to buy airtime,
we ran into a snag.
The last three checks that your girl
has sent over have had mistakes.
Ugh.
One wasn't signed, one was dated 1888,
and this is just a dry cleaning receipt.
Oh, I've been looking for this.
If we don't get ILM the 500k we owe them by tomorrow,
they're not gonna finish the visual effects.
You used Industrial Light and Magic
for your political ad?
Look, it's gonna be pretty hard for me to push through
your precious bank bailout if I'm not a congressman.
How about this? How about a blank check?
You just fill it out
for whatever you need
and cash it
whenever, tomorrow.
[DJ] All right, y'all, gather round, everyone.
Clear the floor for a dance battle.
No, we're not battling to "My Prerogative."
Why?
Bet you already got a bunch of moves worked out to that shit.
What? Don't be silly.
[laughs] Now I know you're lying.
Everybody's got a routine to "My Prerogative."
- [woman] He's not lying. - [man] No, they do.
♪ Everybody's talking ♪
♪ All this stuff about me ♪
♪ Why don't they just let me live ♪
♪ Tell me why ♪
♪ I don't need permission ♪
♪ Make my own decisions ♪
♪ That's my prerogative ♪
[cheering]
♪ It's my prerogative ♪
♪ I can do what I wanna do ♪
- ♪ It's my ♪ - ♪ It's my ♪
♪ It's my ♪
- ♪ It's my ♪ - ♪ It's my ♪
[together] ♪ My, my, my, my, my ♪
Yeah, knew it.
I ain't a fool. No Bobby.
Fine.
Or you fools could just not have a dance off.
That's hilarious, Dawn.
[cheering]
[applause]
That was cool.
I just did that.
[woman] Oh!
- Check that. - Wow. Whoo!
[impressed chatter]
[cheers and applause]
All right, yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.
[Mo] Okay, all right.
- We'll call it a draw. - A draw?
Marcus was tap dancing on your soul.
Marcus wins. Everybody!
[crowd chanting] Marcus, Marcus!
- [Mo] Knock it off, man. - Marcus, Marcus, Marcus!
You know what? I'm not worried, playboy.
I'll get the next one.
[crowd oohs]
[soft pop music plays]
♪♪♪
- How bad was it? - Oh, so embarrassing.
- Jesus. - Come here.
Ugh.
♪ Darling ♪
♪ Show me how to love you ♪
♪♪♪
♪ I want to do it right ♪
♪ Tell me ♪
♪ Won't you please ♪
- [Dawn] Momo? - [Mo] Yeah?
♪ I need you ♪
♪♪♪
- I have to pee. - You what?
♪♪♪
♪ No more nights of being alone ♪
♪♪♪
♪ With you by my side ♪
♪ My heart has found its home ♪
[Connie] Hello, Roland.
Connie-- what are you supposed to be?
Oh, wait, let me guess. KKK, right?
Yeah, makes sense from all the black people
- you've fucked over. - I'm a ghost.
And you better watch yourself. You're not free yet.
Not until Blair makes that trade
and you get me that disc from the record room.
And no funny stuff. My guys are everywhere.
Yeah, real imaginative costumes.
[man] Oh, shit, the FBI is here.
Oh, fuck.
Uh, Roger, I have something I need to tell you.
I've sort of been...
♪♪♪
Hmm.
What did you wanna tell me?
♪♪♪
That I'm hot for teacher.
[chuckles]
- One blank check coming up. - [laughs]
You're welcome, ladies!
♪♪♪
♪ There's something deep inside you ♪
[woman] Yeah! Arrest me, officer!
♪ That you don't want me to see ♪
- Hey, hey, hey-- hey, what the fuck?
♪♪♪
The fuck is this?
I decided to order up some tricks to treat these ladies.
Such a double standard.
Look, they're objectifying these men.
[Yassir] Wayne, chill, it's just for fun.
It's bullshit. [slurps]
♪♪♪
Fuck Halloween!
♪♪♪
[Yassir] Wayne.
- Oh, yeah! - A different one.
- Excuse me! - Whoo!
I don't think that tattoo is doing
what he thinks it's doing.
- Whoo! - Okay, please.
Excuse me! Excuse me!
♪♪♪
[door beeps]
♪♪♪
[Mo] Ugh.
[door beeps]
Good idea.
♪♪♪
[Blair] Now you can get whatever you need,
and I can get whatever I need.
Not here, it's too risky.
Okay.
I know the perfect spot.
All right.
[moaning, laughter]
I gotta be honest, when you came back...
[both chuckle]
I was like, "here we go again."
Mo' Mo, mo' problems, but you've really changed.
You know, you're different.
[both moaning]
Hold up. I got you a gift.
Ah, Church's Chicken.
[laughs]
Don't think I forgot it was just your birthday.
I can't believe you didn't throw yourself
a big party to not show up to.
[laughs]
Uh, I told you, really, I'm done with that stuff.
Wow, humble, coke-free.
- [chuckles] - Who are you?
[dramatic music]
[chuckles]
- Oh, yeah, um... - What?
Just, um,
remind me to destroy that disc
at, like, 2:15 after Blair executes the trade.
I don't wanna go to jail 'cause I fell into a sex coma.
[chuckles] Um, why would you go to jail
if Blair's doing this whole thing by himself?
Oh, stop talking.
Wait a minute, Dawn, Dawn, Dawn.
Did Blair convince you to use those AASF funds after all?
Are you being serious right now?
- Yeah. - Yes.
But he didn't convince me.
I reassessed the trade,
and we're gonna pull the trigger.
It's worth the risk.
Why do I always have to be the moral one?
Come on, konnichi wa, bitches. Now come on.
Are we doing this or not?
Dawn, I told you to trust me.
And why the fuck would I do that, huh?
After all the times that you fucked me over in the past?
Here I am trying to throw you a bone,
and you're bitching about a trade?
You're throwing me a bone?
Bruh, I'm trying to christen the server room.
[sighs] I--
- Sorry, I-- - Really?
[upbeat music]
♪♪♪
[door beeps]
♪♪♪
[Keith] Okay.
♪♪♪
Locked? Damn it!
Oh, fuck the keypad.
Four-digit code? How many combos can there be?
One, one, one, one. Ugh.
One, one, one, two.
[keypad beeping]
[Keith gasps] Uh...
Okay, ah, uh.
[grunts]
[Connie] Whoa, what the hell?
Hey, I was just looking for you, boo.
[laughs] Get it--boo?
Ha-ha-ha.
Shouldn't you be in the server room
so you can grab the disc?
Oh, uh, turns out I was wrong.
No trade going down tonight, so you guys can go.
- Good job anyway. - Really?
So Blair's not shorting the yen
based on insider information?
How'd you know that?
We planted that bullshit on the Congressman
knowing Blair would take the bait
Tonight's our best shot to grab Blair by the balls
or we might just have to shift our focus to Dawn.
I told you, okay? There's nothing there.
Why don't you have Keith do it?
I know he's working for you guys too.
What?
Keith's working for Larry Leighman.
Now go get me evidence of Blair making that trade
or it's Dawn's ass.
♪♪♪
Why you bald-headed, roller blading,
coke addict motherfucker.
♪ In the ghetto ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Stop, point, freeze now ♪
♪ Come on, get tough on the street ♪
♪ Get tough with the gang ♪
♪ Watch your back, it's a hardcore thing ♪
♪ In the ghetto ♪
♪ There's no surprise... ♪
All right, look, Keith,
let's let bygones be bygones, okay?
Why are you talking to a plant?
♪♪♪
Oh.
Look, let's let bygones be bygones, okay?
I want to let you in on a top secret trade.
Ooh, feed me. I'm all ears.
[Keith] Larry, it's Keith.
Short the yen right now, okay?
Reagan's dropping major tariffs on Japan.
Hit it big,
and you'll suck up all the profit
and fuck over TBD in the process. Trust me.
You done good, Keithy.
- [laughs] - [Larry] You done good.
♪♪♪
[laughter]
Oh, Tiff, I had fun with you tonight.
- I did. - Me too, Corkie.
[laughs] You're fun, Corks.
- Yeah. I gotta get up, - Ugh.
- I feel a little dizzy. - Me too.
I feel a little dizzy. Ugh, okay.
We gotta get up.
- Careful. - Oh, boy.
Are those Skants?
Skirt on the outside, pants on the underside?
Oh, yes, but we call them "pirts."
Very popular with all of my Evangelical friends.
The comfort of pants with none of the harlotry.
I thought nobody liked those.
I mean, you know, I have pallets and pallets.
I don't know what to do with 'em.
'Cause they're all that's left of my family business.
Hey--
No, sorry to bring the mood down.
- No, you're okay. - It's been hard.
Oh, wow. It sure has, hasn't it?
It's just been a hard time.
You know?
[tender pop music]
[humming]
- I just had an idea. - What?
You know, business isn't just for the guys anymore.
- We should do lady business. - Ooh.
Oh, no.
Sorry. Y-you meant actual business.
Misread that.
You know what? Yes, I'm in.
[together] To lady business!
[laughter]
- No. - Okay.
- I just love to-- - Fuck.
I was gonna say, "lie here with you,"
- but that too. - [computer beeps]
- Something wrong? - What the--
No, I was just gonna make a trade in a couple minutes.
but it's already somehow moving against me.
- [computer beeps] - Fuck.
[keypad beeps]
Fuck.
We're stuck in here for 17 minutes?
What the fuck?
[keypad beeps]
What trade were you trying to make?
Uh, just, like, you know, stocks.
[knocking]
Wayne, buddy, you are not gonna believe this,
but this beautiful woman is dying to meet you.
Wayne Lapotka?
I've been wanting to talk to you all night.
Is this happening?
After all the promises my ex-wife broke
and all the computers I broke
trying to Weird Science a replacement for her,
it made me turn on women. Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe women aren't the enemy.
You've been served.
[Yassir] Did Just For Men serve you for stealing their name.
- God damn it. - Oh, my God!
[Blair knocking]
As long as we're stuck in here,
I've been dying to show you the new commercial.
[Blair knocks] Great.
[announcer] During Roger Harris' first
term in Congress, he chaired the House Ethics Committee,
coined the term...
I'm sorry--remind me why this was $3 million?
Those Star Wars guys take star wipes very seriously.
And that VO is just temp, but we're out to Scott Baio.
- Cool. - Yeah?
[computer beeps]
Huh?
[Harris] I'm Roger Harris, and I'm running for Congress.
- Looks great. - Yeah?
- Yeah, it looks really great. - Mmm.
[chuckles]
♪♪♪
[Blair] Scott Baio.
[new wave music]
[computer beeps]
♪♪♪
What'd you do, Mo? Hm?
Did you leak our trade?
Huh, sounds like you didn't get in on time.
- What the fuck did you do? - I saved your ass, Dawn.
That trade's gonna blow up as soon as the U.S. market's open.
Now, if you're smart, you get on the other side
and buy the yen right now before the Nikkei closes.
I don't need you to save my ass.
I don't need anyone's fucking help.
I came up with Black Monday!
The whole thing-- it was my idea!
- Dawn Darcy! - Okay, listen.
You may want to stop screaming that shit.
And you might wanna stop telling me
what to stop screaming.
- Hm? - Yeah, that's it.
Okay, look, will you just trust me please?
If you want me to trust you,
then do something that's trustworthy for once.
[soft dramatic music]
I just did,
♪♪♪
[dramatic music]
[Reporter] An odd rumor swept across Wall Street last night
driving the yen through the floor--
quickly disproven at the opening bell.
- [phone rings] - The Japanese currency
immediately shot through the roof,
already higher than yesterday's close.
[phone beeps]
You fucked us. You fucked us.
We lost millions. I knew it.
Ugh, you're still working with Mo
and those little devils, aren't you?
Whoa, whoa, Mo fucked us both again,
but it's gonna be worth it, okay?
'Cause I got enough information last night to fuck everybody.
You'd be surprised how people let their guard down
in front of the houseplant.
[Mo] It's the exact kind of huge shit
that you've been looking for
so you can leverage Blair into a confession.
I came up with Black Monday! Me!
It was my idea!
[punchy music]
[urine trickling]
Hey, hey, what the fuck, man? I'm a person.
My bad, my bad.
Trust me, I got this.
You better. You fucking better.
Otherwise I'm sending you back to the big house
and your wife to the poor house
and me to the fucking House of Pancakes.
I'm bad off the dribble. Fuck.
- Fuck. - [phone beeps]
[Reporter] And the yen continues
its historic rise.
- [Connie] I know what you did. - What?
You found out Dawn was gonna be a part
of Blair's illegal trade, so you used Keith to tip off
the rest of the street so they couldn't get in in time.
What makes you think that?
'Cause not only did they not get short,
somehow, Dawn had the brilliant idea to get long.
Almost as if someone told her
the trade would blow up at the bell.
Huh.
Your girlfriend just made $9 million.
And wouldn't you know--
it happens to be a totally legal trade.
Wow, that's amazing, but I still don't know
what you're talking about, boss.
And I don't know what you smiling about, motherfucker,
'cause this changes everything.
Our deal is fucking off.
How is our deal fucking off? For some shit that I didn't--
Hey, Mo.
Oh, Dede. Oh, I-I'm sorry. I didn't realize--
- No, no, no, it's not-- - No, no, no, no, no.
I told you. Don't worry about it.
- She'll understand, baby. - Uh, yeah.
No, I'm really happy for you guys.
Ooh, Lord,
what the hell was in that punch?
I ain't black out like that
since I crossed Alpha Gamma Psi.
- [man] You know! - [growls]
[laughs]
Y'all Wall Street people know how to party.
Hey, Marcus, you know what?
I actually--I would really like to go on that date.
[soft dramatic music]
- Did I ask you out on a date? - Yes.
Ooh, dope.
You know what? I just had the best idea.
Double date.
Yeah, I mean, Dawn, there is so much I want to learn about you.
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Great.
- Great. - Great.
Yeah, great. [laughs]
[Wayne] This means war.
[dramatic music]
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[mellow electronic music]
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