- Eh, we work for Hampton DeVille,

but we're actually here delivering

a briefcase full of money to a billionaire.

- Oh, really? Hampton DeVille?

I hear you make everything.

- That's what they say. So what about you?

You here for business or pleasure?

- Ah, both--I take great pleasure in my business.

Actually...

I'd like to talk to you about it.

I'll have the filet

and there's a big tip in it for you

if that's extra rare for me.

Hey, you guys want anything?

- Um, cheeseburger? Thanks, Brad.

- One cheeseburger. Make it juicy for my man.

- Plain salmon. Wait, no.

Two plain salmons.

- All right, cool. Two plain salmons.

And help yourself to the minibar, right over there.

- Thanks.

- Is he insane? - No, he's just rich as fuck.

Gets to live his whole life in vacation mode.

You could learn a thing or two from him.

- And throw in some type of dessert.

I don't know, surprise me, but make it moist.

- What's up with all these weird sculptures in here?

- I'm glad you asked.

This is my business that I wanted to tell you about:

peripheral objects.

Face forward.

But keep this object in your peripheral vision.

[mysterious music]

See, you can sense that it's there, right?

- Mm-hmm. - But now...

I'll take it away.

- Oh, yeah.

- The room feels empty now, right?

You feel empty.

But when I put it back...

♪ ♪

- Whoa. Yeah.

- When it's there, you never notice it,

but the absence of it leaves a psychological chasm,

almost impossible to recover from.

- How much do these things cost?

- That one's a grand, that one's 2,500,

this one's 1,350,

this one's 4 grand,

and that is 2,957.

- And people really pay you that much for these thingies?

- Of course, anyone in a position

of true power owns them--

CEOs, world leaders,

all the popes, Glenn Close.

Each one is imbued with a magical force,

powerful in its own unique way.

- This egg-shaped one reminds me of an egg.

- That one's 300 bucks. You can have it if you like.

- Really? Wow, thank you.

- They make great business gifts.

Maybe Christian DeVille would like something like that.

- How much money you make selling this stuff?

- Excuse me? - Like, per year.

How much you raking it? Seems like you're killing it.

[tense music]

- I invite you into my presidential suite,

I show you my objects,

and you disrespect me by asking how much money I make?

Do you wanna know how big my dick is as well?

- Well, we kind of already know,

'cause we saw you in your trunks.

- And, yeah, congrats.

- All right, all right, get out of here, you tactless pricks.

No salmon for you!

Out! Let's go.

Get the fuck out of here.

You know what the best part of having money is?

You can say "fuck you" to anyone you want,

so fuck you!