But you got to work.

I set up five appointments.

That's a lot of money. - Sorry.

I can't do it.

You're just can have to cancel 'em.

What the hell did you say to me?

Peter, what are you doing?

You trippin', boy?

You're going out if I tell you you're going out, bitch.

OK.

What-- what's in your pimp cup?

Um, it's actually a wheatgrass-ginger mixture.

I was in the middle of a cleanse.

I didn't know we'd be doing this pimp thing.

But I made a promise to my body.

Ah.

Not great.

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