- 'Sup bitch!

We know you kissed Olivia.

Why you gotta do us like that, huh?

- Hey I-

No, no, no, no, no.

(rock music)

- What's your name?

- Monse.

- Oh,

Monse.

Do you know the kid with no pants?

- I plead the fifth.

- What are you doing?

- CYA, Cover Your Ass,

which is something Jamal should've been doing

without my hoodie.

Little bitch!

- Ow!

(men laughing)

- [Man] Damn, that hyena's wild.

Must be a freak on all fours.

- I fought for you.

I had your back.

Fine.

Then I'll ask myself.

- Hey, you crazy?

(rap music)

(rap music)

- I just wanted to let Ceasar know, I was back in town.

What are you doing here, get out.

There's nothing different about this dance

than any of the ones I've gone to before.

And since I've worn jeans every other time

I'm wearing jeans and my good hoodie.

And if somebody doesn't like it, they can suck a butt.

- You're a liar and a puta.

- Go to hell Ruby.

- The game is almost over.

Let's talk this out after the game.

- I can't wait that long.

- [Jamal] Woman, please, there's an order to this.

Bottom to top, left to right.

Hate you.

- [Ruby] Let me see what you got.

- We don't have time for dick jokes.

- There's always time for dick jokes.

- Caesar needs us stop dicking around.

- You do know there was another dick joke, right?

(laughing)

- Well, you look like shit

and you don't smell great either.

- And yet I feel spectacular.

- $10,000, for a rug, that you walk on.

I can't be here.

I don't belong in a house with a $10,000 rug.

- But wire fraud,

that's a felony that carries at least five years.

- I'm in

Not now, when, if not you who?

Don't walk run!

Show her you're the man she knows you can be.

(chilled music)

- I'm sorry.

- Go to hell!

I can see an option for redemption.

- Anything.

- You can suck a butt.

- I didn't see the commitment in her eyes.

Oh, uh oh, here she comes.

- How about now?

Eat shit!

- You've always owned my heart.

Then

and now.

Nothing's ever going to change that.

- Nothing?

Except a two bit hoe.

♪ Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk - ♪

- I'm sorry.

This is the best I could do under such short notice.

- Okay, this is disgusting and uncomfortable.

I'm leaving.

And if anyone else is feeling objectified,

they should leave too.

Assholes, all of them.

I'll show them.

I need them.

Please.

I'd love to see their faces.

The three of them watching me walk away knowing I won.