We are Nadja and Laszlo, the human music group.
She's a superb lyricist.
* We're feeling horny For love *
(up-tempo music plays)
VOCALISTS: Hey!
"My Dick Sucks" put him on the map.
(exhales sharply)
The Somebody Suck Me Competition?
Well, that proved that he could infiltrate pop culture
like that.
Now, what's the next big project that's gonna elevate Dave
to become an icon-level artist?
Well, lucky for you guys, he's working on that right now.
And maybe it can be with Katonah Records.
DAVE: And just to piggyback off Mike-- thank you--
I'm working on my next album right now.
I really think it's gonna be, like, the zenith of musicality.
-JONATHAN: Hmm. -It's called Penith.
(laughter)
But do you guys actually get it?
-Like, fully? -MIKE: They get it.
What does "penith" mean to you?
I don't mean to harp, but I feel like...
-They get it. He gets it. -All I know is,
somebody wants to get their dick sucked right now.
-(quietly): What? -You get that?
That we want to sign you?
Oh! Dope.
I can talk like this because this is a creative meeting.
Thus, HR can't get mad at me again. (laughs)
-Okay. -I haven't worked in corporate America for a while, but...
Hey, Dave. Have you ever been sucked like this?
Hmm.
A record deal.
-I do love to get sucked. -(laughter)
MIKE: He does.
But this feels like I'm being fucked up my ass.
Or how I'd imagine it feels like.
So... (exhaling sharply)
MIKE: Ugh. Hmm...
I have a slack jaw, and a underbite.
And that's why I could only bite that amount of it.
Come back with something better,
or, hey, Denzel Washington will walk right out your front door.
Hmm.
Me.
I act as well.
-Do you have another copy? -* Hi, I'm Dave *
-* I'm Lil Dicky * -* Hi, I'm Dave *
-* Who's Dave? * -* Hi, I'm Dave. *
I say this with the utmost sincerity,
I am the next Kanye West.
Except... I'm white.
-Oh. -It's a shitty reality,
but white rappers sell more.
Records, ticket sales.
It's just, it sucks, but it's the cold, hard truth.
I hate that it's true, by the way.
So, I'm actually more like Eminem, to the consumer.
The highest selling rapper
-of all time. -MIKE: Drake is.
-What? -Drake.
Drake is the highest selling rap-- He surpassed him.
-When? -This year.
DAVE: Well, I mean, he's Jewish, so whatever.
I'm like Eminem, except I'm wholesome.
And, like, sweet.
I'm, like, a sweet man.
Any 12-year-old girl in America is gonna look at me and be like,
-"Oh, my God, I could marry that guy." -Oh.
DAVE: And by the way, I wouldn't marry a 12-year-old girl.
I'm just saying, they will want to marry me.
-(Kelsey clears throat) -Mentally.
They'll never have a chance because I'm not a pedophile.
Keep going. Just keep going.
DAVE: And that brings me to my next point.
My physicality.
I'm just, like, I read all the comments,
and I-I see everything, and it didn't--
-It was not always this way. -No.
DAVE: If you look at my face now,
you'd never realize what I used to look like.
When I as a kid, my face was haunted.
People used to scream at me.
-Oh. -And you what's gonna end up happening, right?
The Zayn effect. Like, who is Zayn?
-Zayn Malik? -I don't even know what that guy's music sounds like,
but it doesn't even matter, he's so hot.
-Yeah. He's hot. -TRAVIS: It's pretty good.
-He's really hot. -Yeah.
DAVE: Anyways, you put all three
of those things together and you have Lil Dicky.
I'm Dave Burd. I'm also a hopeless romantic.
I just learned you're supposed to call Hispanic people La-tinx.
And I love chicken fingers with a side of honey mu-stard.
Let's make a billion dollars. Thank you.
(laughter, applause)
Wow.
We think you have the potential to be the next Lonely Island.
Yeah.
Is my music a joke to you guys?
Yeah, it's so funny.
-Hilarious. -DAVE: I am one
of the five best rappers alive, probably.
-Mm-mm. -Well.
Well, I guess I'm not better than Nas, or, like,
-Lil Wayne. Yeah. -Lil Wayne.
-Young Thug, either. -MIKE: No.
I have to, like, write it all-- I-I don't know.
But I'm saying it's, like, ver-- It's not-- Like, Lonely Island,
-I mean... -I'm-I'm so sorry. I didn't...
I didn't mean to get off on the wrong foot.
Um, what else are you working on?
Well, I'm working on an album.
That's great.
It's called Penith.
(laughter)
Penith?
(laughter)
-(loud laughter) -He's just so funny. Penith?
-They got it. -(stammers) No. Do you even know what "zenith" means?
-Do you even know, do you even know what you're laughing at? -KELSEY: You said "penith."
Okay. You don't even know--
You guys don't even know what you're laughing at.
(laughter echoes)
PAM: Dave,
I'm just gonna cut to the chase here.
You're hilarious, but we are a record label.
We make music, and your music is what we want.
(laughs): Your rapping is amazing.
-Yeah. It's good, right? -Yeah.
-Yeah, we love it. -I'm an incredible rapper.
-We concur. -I think so.
-Thanks. -Question is,
are you willing to settle for that?
-How far do you want to go? -All right, cut the shit.
If I ever sign with a label,
it would only be to use them as a machine.
Like, I would never want you guys touching the creative.
There's no idea you could give me
that I wouldn't already know myself better.
Oh, absolutely. We're coming in just as partners.
Nothing creative. That's all you.
EXECUTIVE: Yeah, you do your thing.
Just think of us as planets around your sun.
Well, I believe in simulation theory right now, so that's...
-Mm-hmm. -Tell me, in actuality, how you'd add value.
Have you ever heard of New Music Fridays on Spotify?
No.
-Of course I've heard of it. Everyone's... -Yeah. Yeah.
That's where we come in. That's our job, the boring stuff,
to put you on that front page.
That would be useful.
I mean, yeah. That-That's what you need them for.
A label is about cross-pollination.
It's about collaboration.
Right. And you haven't worked with any other rappers, right?
I mean, it's, like, not easy to just work with other rappers.
I'm not, like, best friends with these guys.
-Yeah, but we can make it easy for you. -JIM: Mm-hmm.
We open doors, dude. That's what we do here.
We'll be your whores, you leverage that.
-My whores? -(Pam chuckles)
-Whores. -For you.
It's a metaphorical whore, like,
-I don't mean that romantically in any way. -Yeah, absolutely.
I don't think she took it sexistly.
And I-I didn't take it heterosexistly.
I've seen a lot of male whores.
And you won't even attempt to put a finger
-on the creative in any way? -No. -Mm-mm.
-Yeah. -PAM (chuckles): Yeah. -JIM: That being said,
I wouldn't mind setting you up with Benny Blanco.
He's a superproducer pal of ours.
Uh, every pop hit you see on Billboard, that's Benny.
-I mean, this guy is an out-and-out genius. -(imitating buzzer sound)
What are you doing? Sit down.
What are you doing? What are you doing?
Not-on-the-same-page alert going off right now, guys. Sorry.
-What's the issue? -I don't make pop music.
I'm a rapper. I hate pop music.
Why would I want to work with a pop producer?
Oh, well, Benny doesn't just work with pop singers.
He also works with rappers. He actually just
-worked on a song with Swae Lee. -And...
-You like Swae Lee? -He just did Kanye.
-PAM: Yeah. -Oh, he works with Kanye?
-JIM: Mm-hmm. -Sign me up. I'll do anything
-this man says if he worked with Kanye. -MIKE: Yes.
-Cool. -DAVE: You know, guys,
in the beginning of this meeting,
I was actually considering taking this glass
and just hurling it through the window.
Why would you tell them that? That's...
Just to set the tone.
But now,
-you have me listening. -We will take that meeting.
(phone clicking)
BENNY: Somebody lay me down,
pour buttermilk all over me,
dust me in a light dusting of corn flakes,
front-flip me into a deep fryer,
spit on my asshole, flip me back around,
shove wasabi up my dickhole, put fucking sashimi all over me,
light me on fire, gently... (exhales sharply)
blow me off and lick down like my body's a maze
till you get to the bottom-- right about there--
and I want you to suck me, right now.
What's up, man? Benny Blanco.
-(music playing faintly) -Wow. Great spot.
Nice decor. Nice ambience in here.
Thanks, man. Oh, shit. I'm just finishing a session, okay?
-So just like... -Okay. Wait a minute. Why is my song...?
-This is my song. -Dicky.
-(gasps) -Hey, bro.
-I'm just watching your video. -Oh...
-It's actually sick, dude. -Oh, my God.
-Yeah. Hey. How are you? -(laughs): Hi. Nice to--
-No, I'm so good. Yeah. -Good, good.
-Um... -Best I've ever been in my life, I think.
I got to roll. Um, you're gonna come tonight, right?
-BENNY: Yeah, of course, man. -Cool, cool, cool.
Party, tonight. Come to my house.
-Your house party? -Yeah. My house party.
-Come on, hang. -Uh, let me think about what I had
going on, uh, and I've thought about it. There's nothing.
-Nothing? -Yeah, I was actually just gonna PIBE.
PIBE?
Yeah, PIBE. Play It By Ear.
It's a new acronym that I'm trying to...
-get off the ground. Um... -Okay.
You know, it's got no legs yet.
-Nothing. -If you pushed it, who knows, but...
And by the way, my girlfriend is your biggest fan.
-She's obs-- yeah, she's obsessed. -Biggest fan.
Yeah, I never heard that before. No, I'm just...
Real good idea, man. You got anything else?
-He's probably gonna remember this the rest of his life. -Yeah, uh...
-I, uh, I got to roll... -Absolutely.
...but, um, yeah, tonight, you should come.
-I'll come. -Yeah. Cool, cool. All right.
Yep.
-Cool. -Yep. We'll see ya.
-Um... -Peace, man.
Yeah. Biebs out. I'm just kidding.
I don't actually say that. I'm pretty normal.
-All right. -Yeah.
Uh, I'm a normal guy, too,
if you want to chill, or...
JUSTIN: All right. Bye, Benny!
BENNY: All right, peace!
You know, you could be as big as him,
like, very easily.
Y-Yes. I've-I've always thought that.
I mean, look, the one problem is,
your music currently sucks, it's terrible.
Hmm. Okay, I... you know, I think your music sucks.
You make shitty pop music for 14-year-old girls.
-Yeah. How many number ones do you have again? -Number ones?
Like, what does that even mean?
Like, who can define what a number one is?
Oh, man, there's a small company down the street,
it's called Billboard.
How many Billboard number ones do you have?
I don't check this...
-Yeah. -...publication, but I,
I know the answer is none.
-Yeah, the answer is none. -Why? How many do you have?
I stopped counting at, like, 20 or something.
Right.
-Yeah. -Well...
All right, this is depressing. Just, like...
play me some of your music.
Like, unreleased music?
(scoffs) Yeah, man. I want to hear some unreleased music.
You have, like, two songs out.
Okay. This is just one of the many that I'm...
* My flow is crazy, I don't spit nothin' basic *
* For example, I could be like, ain't nobody *
* Fuckin' with Lil Dickey when they get up on the shit *
* And spit it really ridiculous, rippin' the shit *
* Like it's never been did... *
All right, stop right here.
Like, why are you, like... (speaking gibberish)
Like, wh-what are you trying to prove?
-I'm trying to show that, like, I'm a great rapper. -Dude, it's, like,
verbal diarrhea-- I can't... it's, like,
I'm just getting pounded with information over and over again
-to my head. -Well, we only listened
-to part of it, but... -By the way,
who makes these beats?
They're so white.
My friend from overnight camp makes my beats.
Um, and he's black.
-(door closes) -ELSIE: Babe.
Oh.
Hi. I need to go get some coffee.
Do you want anything?
Uh, no, I'm okay.
You want anything, Dave?
No, I'm...
I'm, uh...
I'm good.
I know what you're thinking.
How's a guy like André the Giant meets Danny DeVito
-pull a girl like this? -I...
truthfully was wondering that.
My features are so grotesque,
I'm like a science experiment gone wrong.
And it's just, like, I...
I don't know, I shot out the other side,
-and now I'm hot. -Shut up.
I don't know why you say these things.
-You're not ugly. -Hmm.
You guys actually kind of look like brothers.
-That's 'cause we're both Jewish. -Jewish.
Right.
(exhaling)
That's right, Justin Bieber
invited me... to...
(grunts) a party... tonight.
Gonna go.
-Yeah. -I told you that meeting was a good idea, Dave.
You sure did. You were right. When you're right,
-you're right, Mike. -Yes, I was.
You know what? I'm gonna go get the good tongs.
You do get the good tongs. I like when you get them.
I get to meet Justin Bieber tonight?
-Oh. -Oh, my God, do you think the Kardashians will be there?
I don't think I can bring anybody to this thing.
-What? -I shouldn't bring somebody.
You can't bring people to a party?
I'm sure I could, but I don't know that I can,
and I don't want to, like, hit him up and ask,
'cause it's the whole, you know, I don't know
the etiquette, so I'm gonna play it safe.
The last thing I want to do is go to a party at Bieber's.
Reverse psychology.
-Okay. I'll consider it. -GATA: Hey, bro-bro.
-What's up? -I ain't trying to go, either, my nigga.
Big facts. That's a-- you're not going.
Okay, can you at least do me the favor
of giving just every single detail about him?
-Like, please tell me exactly what he smells like. -Okay, hold on,
let me just go back-- eh!
-I'm there. Citrus. -Oh!
-Smells like citrus. -Mm.
Jawline chiseled. It's jutting.
It's, like, he's Tom Cruise-ian.
It's exactly what you read about.
The ink pops off this guy's body.
-I mean, he looks like high-end wallpaper in person. -Oh, my God.
Bro, who cares about Justin Bieber?
Everybody on the planet.
You know who I care about?
Benny Blanco.
So, tell me about the LeBron James of production.
He... he did, uh, talk about your beats.
You see? Hold on.
Let me... let me bask in my greatness.
And he said, "Who made your beats?
"They suck...
-GATA: Ha! -...and are too white."
I'm telling you what he said. He said they were too white.
-Oh... -He said I suck, too, so...
Oh, he said you suck for not bringing your girlfriend
-to the party of her dreams? Is that what he said? -It's a net--
it's, like, I'm there to network.
I got this meeting from a label. It's, like...
Actually, I decided I kind of don't really care about it,
because I have some totally chill, like, really cool plans
with my friend Elz.
-Whoo! -We're gonna go see
the Pats-Birds at a bar, so...
You're gonna go watch that at a bar?
It's nationally televised. Why would you choose
to surround yourself with everybody vying for a seat
and the sound coming all over the place,
no real clarity on, like...
Why are you so passionate about the least important things?
You know what? I'm sorry. Take a step back.
I'm used to talking to Justin a certain way.
I got to re-center myself-- I'm around my old group
of friends-- recalibrate.
Uh, never mind. Do what you want to do.
Have fun at the sports bar.
All right. These steaks are almost done, kids.
GATA: Aw, shit.
I almost forgot.
I got some salmon over here, bro.
Fresh out the Atlantic.
-Salmon? -Yeah, salmon, bro.
You had salmon in your backpack?
It's gonna be, like, really...
a dream.
What's up, bro, you gonna cook this shit for me or not?
I-I cannot do that.
I'm not putting backpack salmon on my grill.
This shit don't expire for another couple days, it say.
Gata, okay, I'm sorry, I'm just, I'm not doing that, all right?
Why don't you guys come over here,
have some homemade ice tea from yours truly, okay?
GATA: What the fuck? Y'all got
-a hole through the table? -Yeah.
It's, uh... it's for milking.
And we're not happy about it, are we?
Uh...
(loud cheering, whooping)
Fuck!
Bro, can you believe that this guy Benny Blanco
says my beats are white?
Tell that to my mom and dad, you know what I mean?
-Can I ask you something? -Mm-hmm.
Do you think Dave is gonna be as big as he thinks he is?
He's either gonna be the way he says he is
and he's gonna be, like, the biggest star in the world,
or he's not, and he's gonna be, you know,
some sad Jewish kid crying everywhere we go.
-MAN: Touchdown! -(cheering)
Justin, how do you take your mind off being an artist?
'Cause, you know, I find... Oh, me?
I... I hoop, I grill chicken, guy stuff.
Leo, I would not go in that bathroom.
Renée Zellweger just, I think she shit her pants,
to be honest, brother.
Yes, Key & Peele, it is very common
for hair to go all the way up a guy's shaft.
I'm surprised you did not know that.
LeBron, are you on Propecia?
I am.
Ri-Ri!
What's up, girl? What are you doing?
You want to go to the Met Gala next year
and dress as wedge salads?
-Emma Stone... -Beyoncé...
-What's that, Shaq? -Timothée, I saw Call Me by Your Name,
and I actually got a full-on boner in the theater.
And, you know, I'm not even gay.
I just, it's such good acting.
Really good sexual energy, brother.
Elon, what is your ethnic background?
You Korean, man?
Tom Clancy, I don't read,
but, you know, people love ya.
Mr. Chang, by the end of tonight
I need a commitment that I can call you P.F.
What do you say? I'll bet you a plate of lo mein.
Justin, man-to-man, what's your boner life?
Mr. Spacey...
you should go.
* I am 50 Cent *
* I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent *
* Bro *
* I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent... *
BENNY (calls): Hey, Dave!
Hey!
Somebody lay me down,
sous vide me in my own juices,
light up a hibachi grill,
put a little bit of my breast into a pepper mill,
pepper me with my own tits,
-and suck me. -(laughs)
What's up, man?
Hey, man.
I'm gonna come down to you. Just meet me
behind the fourth Ping-Pong table.
All right.
BENNY: Hey, man, nice coat.
I didn't realize you were in The Temptations.
This house is so cool.
I feel like Bieber probably kissed women
in every crevice of it.
Dude, this house sucks. Look at the art.
He doesn't even own it.
Universal pays for the whole thing.
Whoa. Moving.
Speaking of Universal, how...
I'm trying to decide if I should sign with a label or not.
Do you have any, like, advice there?
BENNY: Look, there are pros and cons.
-It just depends on the artist. -Well, I'm the artist, man.
I'm obviously asking for that reason.
Like, I'd love to get into the minutiae with you.
Yeah, man, I think I saw a few outlets over there
where we could plug in some computers
and do a little PowerPoint presentation.
Should I have brought Justin, like, a bottle of wine?
I don't know the etiquette.
A bottle of wine?
He's sober, he's a man of Christ.
Plus, he's not even gonna be here.
What do you mean he's not gonna be here? It's his party.
Half the time he doesn't even come to these things.
Sometimes he just goes out on a whim
and gets a jet and goes to Peru or Vegas or something.
And then, sometimes he doesn't want to come
and get pictures taken with, like,
nine million people he doesn't know.
-ELSIE: Babe? -That's so sad.
Hi.
What do you mean?
-That's gonna be you. -Hi.
Hey.
-I love this jacket. -Yeah?
Well, he was giving me shit for it, but he's got no taste.
Um, there's a bunch of really pretty girls here.
-Really? -Yeah.
You know, I'm a taken man.
So I got a girlfriend.
But I, I'll observe, sure.
You have a...?
Why didn't you bring her?
I didn't know, like, the situation
in terms of, like, bringing people.
I didn't want to...
hit you and be like, "Yo, I got to bring friends."
It's, you know, it's kind of our first, uh,
foray into the R.W.
Real world.
-Do you want to go to the weed bar? -Yeah.
All right, I'll see you in a bit, bud.
I blow gas.
(loud cheering, whooping)
Mmm.
Okay, can we...?
Here's the new plan.
Can we get browned out tonight?
-Yes, ma'am. -Oh.
Yes!
What do you want?
Uh, surprise me.
Okay.
MAN: Yo, Belichick.
How you like that shit?
I'm Belichick?
I'm Tom Brady.
Belichick wouldn't even be in a jersey, so...
Probably more of a hoodie guy.
Yeah, a hoodie, and he would cut off
the sleeves like a badass.
-So... -Holy shit.
You actually know about sports?
-Oh, my God, that's so crazy, right? -Oh, my God.
-It's-it's insane. -Yeah.
How not typical of a girl.
No, I know, you know, normally, like, they'll say,
-like, the pink hat stuff, you know what I mean? -Yeah.
-Yeah, yeah, crazy. -But you, like, totally know what's up.
Yeah, I totally know what's up.
-This is amazing. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You seem...
like you're the worst.
I-I'm confused. 'Cause you were being super cool
and now you're being a huge bitch.
-Did I, did I miss something somewhere? -Oh...
-Yeah, you missed the part... -What was that?
...where you were just a full-blown douchebag.
Oh, I see where this is going.
Do we have a-a soapbox we can get for you?
You gonna, you gonna get up and tell me
how much men suck-- is that what's gonna happen here?
No, I-I don't want to tell you anything.
I don't want to talk to you.
-Yeah, no, it's totally cool though. -Yeah.
Yeah, you just keep being the way you are.
Two new deflated balls.
-Fuck you... -And the Patriots!
-MAN: And the Patriots. -Oh, my God!
That's what I'm talking about. Chest bump, baby!
-Fuckin' talking... -(both shouting)
-Let's go! -Let's go!
(laughs): Oh, my God.
I want to key his car.
-Douches. -Douches.
(both laughing)
Oh, God.
Do the whole thing. Don't be a bitch.
*
* I'm smokin' a backwood full of them Skittles *
* I feel like Craig stealin' boxes, nigga... *
KOURTNEY: I would definitely
-have another baby. -Really?
When I pulled Mason out of my vagina,
I had this maternal obligation
to do the same with my other two kids.
Giving birth is so gnarly.
No, it's such a good experience.
It's actually really fun.
I wish I could give birth.
Nothing is li--
Like, think, you have, like, an orb in your...
-Yeah. -It's not an orb.
Like, obviously, it must suck in, like, in terms
of, like, the vagina being just ripped open or whatever.
-Oh. -But to, like, carry life and...
Think about, like, a pregnant woman.
All the mass.
A man actually gave birth.
You could do it.
What?
It was a few years ago.
-It was on Oprah. -Oprah?
I feel like CNN would've had that story
-way before Oprah. -No, I think it was everywhere.
I think it was on magazine covers...
I mean, any screen in... in, like, the world would've
-been like, "Breaking news!" -It was, it was!
Like, "everything's different now."
-You would've... -Fuck you, I'm googling it.
Yeah, google it-- google "man gives birth."
It should pop up all over the place.
-"Man... gives birth." -Yeah, a man gave birth.
-No. -A man gave birth, 100%.
-No! -2007.
2007, what? There's no way.
A trans man.
"A trans man"?
A transgender person.
Transgender, well...
And by the way, I'm...
totally...
aware that you have transgender family,
and I mean nothing by it, but...
for the sake of this argument,
I cannot give birth.
-You cannot give birth, so... -And that was the root of the...
It was like me saying, "I want to give birth."
So I'll let you have this.
Thanks, Kourtney Kardashian.
Yeah, I know your full name.
Don't know your middle name or if you have one or...
-Nice to meet you. -Dave.
-My middle name is Mary. -Hey, let me ask you this.
What's it like for your entire family
to be the most famous people in the world at once together?
I mean, I would rather do it with my entire family
than do it alone.
Right, hmm.
Poignant.
And by the way,
if I could give birth, I'd pull it right
-out of my asshole, same way you do. -(laughter)
*
Hey, Dave!
Look who I just found trying to get in using my name.
(laughs)
-What the fuck? -What's up? (laughs)
-How-- why are you guys here? -Aw, man, Justin Bieber's birthday party!
-They used your name? -Hey, is your grandma's aunt's uncles coming?
Should I alert some people at the door?
I could text them right now if you want.
I'm sorry, I did not...
Wait, he told me what you said.
Oh, yeah.
Uh, he's the guy that makes my beats.
Okay, okay.
Honestly, your beats, they suck.
-You just crushed my fucking dreams. -Wait, wait.
If you have great beats, why don't you,
why don't you send them to me?
I don't got your fucking number, nigga.
I'll give it to you right now.
Oh, my God, you look like a mountain I want to climb.
He doesn't even look drunk, man.
DAVE: Oh, my God.
He's gonna be a problem.
What, where the fuck did you get that?
The fridge-- they got some good shit
-in that fridge. -The fridge, what are you...?
That could be, like, eight days old or something.
This is seafood-- what the fuck is wrong with you?
Eight days? Oh, that's, oh...
Okay, don't--
I know what you're gonna say.
He was determined and very fucked up.
So I didn't want him to come alone and to be completely
-embarrassing... -I'm sorry.
I should've invited you here in the first place.
It's so stupid I give a fuck about what Justin Bieber thinks?
-I can't ask for a plus-one? -Wait, really?
Yeah, I love you, I should only care about, like,
what the love of my life thinks.
-(laughs): Really?! Oh... -Yeah, I love you.
-I love you. -This is so...
It's great to have you here.
...surprisingly good of you.
-Oh, well, get used to it, Tootsie Pop. -(laughs)
Oh, is, uh... where is he?
-Oh, Justin? -Yeah.
Oh, I don't even think he's here, to be honest...
-Just wanted to say bye. -Oh!
-It was so nice to meet you. -You, too.
-Bye. Take care. -Bye! You're the best.
Thank you, Kourt.
-You're a good sport. -Bye.
So I just want you to know
-I'm the first to admit it. -I'm sorry.
What just... what?
-Oh, yeah. -What just happened?
-Kourt? -Did you see what she...?
-Kourt?! -Kourt, yeah.
We got in an argument that I won.
I heard her, I heard her-her vocal fry in my own ears.
-Her vocal fry? -And I looked at her beautiful skin.
-What did she say? What did she say exactly? -I think she...
She said, well, I think she said to me, "You're the best."
Oh, my God!
Excuse me, fucking cutie pie coming through.
Oh, fuck!
It's fucking Marshmello.
Man, look at you. (laughs)
Look at me, guys, I'm Marshmello!
So what are you gonna do about it then?
Oh, wait, you're a table! (laughs)
-Do you talk?! -He's fully blacked out.
Are you a robot? Hey, man, come on.
We're, like, at somebody's fucking birthday party,
bro, take the fucking mask off.
Be a normal guy for one night, okay?
Do we stop him?
You fucking ugly bitch. (laughing)
(people gasping)
-(gasps) -ELZ: Oh, my fucking God!
Fucking God!
I'll have to call you tomorrow or something.
ELZ: Fuck! Bro, what is wrong with you, man?!
What the fuck?!
*
* I got angels running away *
* I got demons huntin' me *
* I know 'Pac was 25 *
* I know Jesus 33 *
* I tell Death to keep a distance *
* I think he obsessed with me *
* I say, "God, that's a woman" *
* I know she would die for me *
* They want a bar code on my wrist *
* Bar code on my wrist *
* To auction off the kids that don't fit their description *
-* Of a utopia * -* Black *
* Like a problem won't exist if I just don't exist *
* If I grew up without a single pot to piss in, pardon me for *
* Ventin' Congress got the nerve to call itself religious *
* Rich just gettin' richer, we just tryin' to live our life *
* Mama mixed the vodka, now they tryin' to take his life. *
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-I'm a once-in-a-generation artist. -Oh.
Who just got verified on Twitter, about, what, nine days ago?
I'm glad you feel good that a robot told you you're worth it.
* Hi, I'm Dave *
-Mom. -Yes?
-Okay. I want a big party this year. -Serious?
-I want a quinceañera. -Quinceañera?
We can't do that. We're too white for that. We're not allowed.
-Everything is just getting really weird. -(fly buzzing)
-You know? -Yeah. Let me write that down.
-Here it comes. -(shouts)
-Take off your hat. -I can't.
-Take off this enormous jacket. -Mm-mmm.
-And stop showing up so late. -Mm-mmm.
-(grunts) -(gasps) Oh, God. Are you okay?
Oh, no. No. Shut up.
CHILDREN: Mummy! Mummy!
(high-pitched voice) Mummy isn't here. Try next door.
CHILDREN: Mummy!
WOMAN: Oh, my God. No, got the wrong house.
How long are we supposed to wait...
to feel comfortable with women having power?
How much time do we give people to adapt to change?
WOMAN: What is Devs?
What is Devs?