02x08 - Pity Party

[bunniefuu]

- [indistinct chatter]
- [Lionel clears throat]

So, anyone got any fun plans tonight?

Oh, I was gonna take a Klonopin
and go to bed at 5:00 p.m.

Same, but 3:00 p.m.

And I plan to examine my nude body
in the mirror until I cry myself to sleep.

- Ah, so, no. No fun plans.
- [Mona grunts]

- Hey!
- A-ahem!

Attention, everyone!
Party at my house tonight.

It's BYOB. Bring Your Own Bussy.

[cheering]

I'm gonna bring extra bussy
because someone always forgets.

Oh-oh-oh! I have the perfect playlist.

It's all Morrissey,
but not his music, no, no.

It's just him complaining
about immigration.

Oh, sorry. Everyone's invited except
you downers at this sad table right here.

What? Why not?

Nobody wants to be anxious, depressed,
or ashamed at a party, darling.

They wanna drink and f*ck

and not hang out
with you wimpy piss stains.

- [all] Party! Party!
- [Cat Stevens] Wow. Tight exit.

Oh God, it's like secondary school
all over again.

It's not fair. Why don't we ever
get invited to their cool parties?

I know. We got all the good drugs.

It's because we're not cool.
We're losers. We suck eggs.

Oh, come on, Lionel.
I don't think you suck eggs.

You, uh... You don't?

No, I think you're very cool...
in your own way.

- You think I'm cool?
- In your own way.

Right, yes. I'm fu...
I'm f*cking cool, daddy-o.

In fact, you know what?
I should throw my own party.

- [Tito buzzes]
- Yes... [stammers] ...hoes?

You hoes will attend, right?

- Well...
- Uh...

- I, uh...
- I'll check my schedule.

Hey, man. Sorry about the party,
but can you hold this for me real quick?

Oh, yeah, sure... [grunts]

Ha! I bought an extra lunch
just to slap this one in your face.

[laughs]

Now you smell like lunch.

God. Why do you guys
have to be such assholes?

You heard Mona. We're cool,
and well, he's a f*cking freak.

The weak and the weird need to be pruned.

Well, for your information,
the weak and the weird

are throwing their own party tonight...

[in sing-song] ...and you're not invited.

- Oh, no! Did you hear that, Connie?
- Well, sh**t.

Lionel, I'm so upset.
Could you please hold my other tray?

- Oh... [grunts]
- [laughing]

All right. Let's go buy some more lunches.

♪ That's just the way you make me feel ♪

♪ That's just the way you make me feel ♪

- ♪ That's just the way you make me feel ♪
- ♪ That's just the way you make me feel ♪

♪ A-ha
So good, so good, so f*ck' real ♪

- ♪ So good, so good, so f*ck' real ♪
- ♪ A-ha ♪

♪ That's just the way you make me feel ♪

♪ That's just the way you make me feel ♪

♪ It's like I'm powerful
With a little bit of tender ♪

♪ An emotional, sexual bender ♪

♪ Mess me up, yeah
But no one does it better ♪

♪ There's nothing better ♪

♪ That's just the way you make me feel ♪

As you know, our client, Sal,
has wanted a truck for some time now.

What are we gonna do? [hoots]

Don't look at me, monkey-man.

I'm a Need Demon,
not a "Really-Really-Want" Demon.

Well, sweet Sal
loves that truck desperately.

And I don't normally do this,

but I think it's time
we bring in the big g*ns.

[menacing music plays]

Okay, so what's the f*cking problem?

Your client wants a truck?
Get him a f*cking truck.

If only it were that easy.

Why? This guy Sal
got bad credit or something?

Well, no.

- Uh, Sal is four years old.
- What?

And the truck in question is...

A f*cking toy?

That's right. It's a Tonka.

I worked with human quagmire
Robert McNamara

for seven years during the Vietnam w*r,

and you brought me in
for a f*cking toy truck?

Who's Robert McNamara?

I don't have a clue, but it sounds like
he's some sort of human quagmire.

Just ask the kid's parents for the truck.
Case closed.

Flanny, allow me. [hoots]

Oh, yes, Mr. DNApe. Here you are.

Sal has an extremely rare genetic variant
called KCNB1. [hoots]

Enhance. You see, humans
are made up of billions of cells.

[hoots]

Enhance. And in each of these cells
are chromosomes.

[hoots] Enhance.

Say "enhance" one more f*cking time,

and I'm gonna shove a banana
so far up your a*s,

you're gonna think you're a banana split.

Right, well, uh, zoom in a little bit.

One tiny little change
in one of Sal's genes

has made Sal neurodiverse,

causing him to be,
among other things, nonspeaking.

So we can't just ask for the truck,
and we've tried everything else.

- We've thrown tantrums.
- Shitty idea.

- Hugged Sal's moms for hours on end.
- Even shittier.

We even tried extortion.

But no one in the house noticed
when the Nespresso pods went missing.

That idea is so shitty,
I need toilet paper to wipe my ears.

Please, Petra, we're at our wits' end.
You have to help us.

- Ambition is all we've got left.
- Okay. Jesus. Just stop!

I'll do the truck job,
but I'm doing it my way. Alone.

Uh, bu-bu-but you can't handle
a case like Sal's by yourself.

In the immortal words
of another ambitious gremlin I know,

"Don't believe me? Just watch."

Was she talking about Robert McNamara?

No, I believe she was referring
to Bruno Mars.

[Petra] f*ck' dipshits.

Oh my God. My mom sent me
another g*dd*mn Facebook post.

Seriously? More inspiration porn
from mommy dearest?

[Alice] "The only disability
is a bad attitude."

- Ugh, barf.
- g*dd*mn ableist bullshit.

You know,
I'm never gonna be enough for her.

After 30 years trying to "fix you"
with all those damn doctors and therapies,

your mom still doesn't get it.

- [laptop chimes]
- Ugh, I gotta take this.

It's Traci and Olivia.

Oh, that cute m*therf*cker's parents?

- Alice, we have some great news.
- Did you win the appeal?

Yes! Wow. Wait, how did you know?
Did Dev tell you already?

Yeah, we've been, uh, emailing.

Did someone mention Dev?

That hunk lawyer with the long eyelashes
and a*s for days?

- Connie, what the f*ck are you wearing?
- I'm a sex genie.

I pop out when someone rubs
their magic damp.

- Alice!
- What? Dev's hot.

She can hate and be horny
at the same time.

Look at Pol Pot.
He was horny for genocide.

We're just so excited that Sal
and the other disabled students

get to stay with their class.

It's huge.

- That's amazing news.
- Oh, come on! It's the bare minimum.

And we wanted to invite you
over to dinner to celebrate.

Are these people gonna have a party
every time one little good thing happens?

- It's nice to celebrate.
- Ugh!

The world is nonstop diarrhea,
and they're celebrating a fart.

I celebrate every fart.

- [farts]
- They make my genie pants go floof.

Dev is coming tonight too,

but maybe you already knew that
since you two are pen pals, hmm?

More like p*nis pals.

- Yeah. Maybe I should go.
- Yeah, it'll be fun.

Oh, yeah, Connie? Like the last time
she went on a date. Was that fun?

- That does it, Rochelle.
- Get back!

It doesn't have to be a date
to catch some d*ck.

- Connie!
- [Connie grunts]

There. Lady, you're going.

Okay, okay. I am in.

- Text me the address.
- [Rochelle] Don't go, Alice!

Hey. You be good in there
or I'm gonna turn you into some boots.

I'm not afraid to skin a b*tch.

- Jesus, look at that thing.
- [playful chatter]

That Tonka's got a badonka. Yeah!

I totally get it now.
That is one f*ck truck.

[exclaims]

- But, hey, kid, what about all of these?
- [whines]

You're right, you're right. Settling's
for the Southern District of New York.

Eye on the prize. All right,
just spitballing here, but first idea.

- Let's just take the thing.
- [exclaims]

- [imitates truck]
- No, Sal. It's my truck.

- [grunting]
- Oh, don't be a d*ck.

He just wants to vroom it
a couple of times.

[grunts, cries]

You're gonna take that, Sal?
Curb stomp this kid.

Take a sh*t in his Huggies.

- [grunts]
- [cries]

Sal pushed me.

- That was self-defense.
- [scoffs]

Hey, hey, hey, hey now.
Are... Are you okay, Jacob?

[hyperventilating] Sal took my truck
and then he hit me.

Oh, please. Don't be such a Karen, Jacob.
He barely touched you.

Sal, we do not hit.

- [grunts, sighs]
- [sad music playing]

All right, all right, this might be
a little harder than I thought,

but, hey, if I can keep America
in a pointless w*r for ten years,

I can get you a f*ck' toy.

Hey, I'd love a tour after I ej*cul*te,
if that's all right?

Appetizers! Hors d'oeuvres, yes!
Crudités! Yes.

Okay, everyone, keys in this bowl
if you need a designated driver.

Keys in this bowl
if you wanna swap sex partners, okay?

I, of course, had my keys copied
because I would like both.

Oh, and there's a punch bowl of K-Y
by the pool.

Please don't forget to lubricate properly.

Wow, Mona, I had no idea
you lived in the lap of luxury.

Oh, are you not rich, Emmy?

Well, I'm currently living
under the kitchen sink at the office

because crabs took over my apartment.

Oh, that's quite sad.

Whoa, is that lube for free?

Of course, sweetie. I'm rich.

Now, people, get slippery
and enjoy yourself

because tonight, we...

- f*ck!
- What's wrong?

Tito just canceled,

and Kitty texted she was never planning
on coming in the first place.

W-Why did Tito cancel?

Well, apparently, she doesn't like
driving at night.

- Doesn't she have wings?
- Oh, Montel, who was I kidding?

- I really am a freako weirdo loser.
- [doorbell rings]

Quit your bellyaching.
There's someone now.

- Hello! Please don't leave.
- Hi, Lionel.

I didn't see any cars out front.
Is no one coming?

Oh, Schmitty from Pity, I feel so shitty.

My party is a total bust.

Oh, you poor guy. My heart breaks for you.

You really put it all out there,
and nobody wanted it.

Jesus, Schmitty. Your pity is not helping.

No, no, Schmitty's right.

It seems the harder I try,
the less everybody likes me.

Yeah, that's the thing
about being a loser.

There's only one thing to do.
Drown your sorrows.

♪ Da na na na na na na ♪

Tequila.

- [gasps] Oh, put it away!
- [ominous music plays]

It's just booze, Lionel.

No, no! In my culture,
tequila is the Forbidden Elixir.

It makes you do such shameful things.

Honey, what have you got to lose?

It's not like people
can like you any less.

[sniffs] Ooh!

I guess you're right.

♪ Da na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na ♪

- [Schmitty & Montel] Tequila!
- Tequila.

[groans] Oh!

It really hits you fast
when you only weigh 38 kilos.

[sighs] Oh my God, babe.
Sal hit a kid at school today.

- Really?
- g*dd*mn heart of a tiger, this one.

We literally just fought
to keep him at that school,

and now he's fighting kids there?

Not fighting, exactly.
He just... He hit Jacob.

Oh, Jacob? Yeah, nobody likes Jacob.

But, still, Sal, you shouldn't
be hitting people for no reason.

But there was a reason. A really good one.

- Tell 'em, Sal. What words you got?
- [whines]

Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay, "want."
Uh-huh, "want."

- [Sal whines]
- Okay, what do you want, buddy?

- [imitates truck]
- Are you hungry?

There's popcorn with nutritional yeast
and furikake on the stove.

The f*ck did popcorn ever do to you?

[whimpers]

Sal, what's going on?

Lady, can't you see he doesn't want

a yeast infection
from your bukkake snacks?

He wants you to take a g*dd*mn second
and listen to him.

Okay, okay, okay.

I can see you're having
a lot of feelings right now.

- Just one, b*tch.
- [Sal screams]

Sal! Okay, buddy.

You definitely need a nap
before your therapies.

[sighs]

This is total bullshit.

It is not your fault
that they don't wanna learn Salanese.

Ugh, kid, you're k*lling me
with this sad Sundance bullshit.

- [sighs]
- Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?

You can't give up on me.
We may be down, but we're not out.

You gotta have a little hope.
Aw, sh*t. Goddammit!

All right, listen. I might know someone
who could maybe help us.

But if I do this for you,
and I'm not saying that I will,

you're gonna have to let me
play with the truck.

- [exclaims]
- What? It's a cool f*cking truck.

- [festive music playing]
- Hey, everyone. Join the c*m-ga line.

♪ Da da da da da da! ♪

Just remember to lube properly.

So who lives in your pool house?

Oh, my very sick grandmother.

[breathes heavily]

Is she looking for a roommate?

Uh, if you don't mind living
with a sex offender,

it's all yours, darling.

I mean, it beats living under a sink.

[sniffs] I-Is something burning?

- ♪ Da da da da da da! ♪
- Oh, sh*t. What the hell?

Don't tell anyone,
but I spiked the lube, dude.

But Rick, alcohol is flammable.

Everyone, stop humping! Stop humping!

Rick spiked the lube!

Oh, yeah, right, Maury. Such a kidder.

- [fire crackling]
- Oh, no! Oh, no, he's right!

He's not a kidder!

Oh, this is burning in a bad way.

Quick, quick! Jump... Jump in the pool!

Uh-oh, I spiked the pool too, baby.

[screaming]

[boom]

- Look! The roof! The roof is ablaze.
- [screaming]

Well, at least the pool house
is still standing.

Oh, no.

Farewell, sick Grandmother.

I guess now heaven has another pervert.

[moan]

- [ethereal music playing]
- Huh.

sh*t, man. Where we gonna party now?

My drugs pill just kicked in.

Well, we know someone
who's having a party, don't we, Maury?

Hey, hey, everybody.
Let's go crash Lionel's loser party.

[cheering]

That's okay. You guys go ahead.

Yeah, we're gonna stay here

and look at Mona's
dead grandma's ghost t*ts.

Oh no, I don't like it if you're into it.

[playful music playing]

[grunts]

[grunts]

Oh, f*ck. Look, I dropped all my pens,
right in front of you.

Petra, can I help you with something?

- I don't need your f*ck' help, okay?
- [mug shatters]

But since you asked,
I have an opportunity for you

that involves me getting something I need.

[scoffs] Hold on.
Are you asking me for a favor?

No, I don't need nothing from nobody.

But... there is this cool kid
I'm working with,

and if you could give him
some of your hope mumbo jumbo...

Uh-huh.

...at the end of the day, there's a scenario
where you might have access to a truck.

Okay.

Oh, f*ck this and f*ck you
if you're gonna say "okay" like that.

Petra, stop. If you want my help,
why don't you just ask for it?

Because I don't like it.
But I gotta do it for this kid.

[chuckles] All right.

- But only because you asked.
- Great.

And technically, I did not ask.
You offered.

And yes, I'm recording this.

- [festive music plays]
- Mama Maury?

Connie Mommy?
What are you doing here?

- What's up, hoes?
- [Montel grunts]

What's up is we're crashing
your party, dork.

Yeah, and there's nothing
you can do about it.

- Magnificent.
- "Magnificent"?

Yes, yes, come in, come in.

I know how you lot like to ej*cul*te,
and you may do so wherever you please,

for I am inebriated.

Um, okay?

Whoa, Lionel, your place is huge.
Do you live here alone?

Yeah, of course, of course.
Before this evening, everyone hated me.

But now look, my home is full of revelers,

and Rick is spiking the baptismal font.

I do not learn from my mistakes.

Oh! A house fire and a dead pervert
can't stop our party, people.

So, ladies and gentlemen,
once again, tonight we...

f*ck, in a church.

[cheering]

- [groans]
- Aw, what's up, Sal?

- [Sal sighs]
- Oh.

You wanna go to the playground.
Maybe after your therapies. Okay, bud?

[grunts]

No. We don't wanna go
to the g*dd*mn playground.

I mean, maybe. Later.

- But first, Sal, my man, this is Hope.
- [ethereal music playing]

Hey there, Sal.

She's here to make you feel
like you can go on living or whatever.

- [sighs] Humans are such f*ck' babies.
- [exclaims]

Not you. I know you're a big boy.
But humans in general.

Okay, Big Boy.
We're gonna manifest that truck.

- "Manifest"?
- Now, here's the plan, baby.

When you go into your therapies,

I want you to stay focused
on that truck you want so bad.

And to help you do that,
Petra's gonna sing you a song.

- [gasps]
- I am?

- I f*ck' hate singing.
- Petra.

[sighs] All right.

If 58,000 young men
can die in the Vietnam w*r,

I can belt out a few notes.

- [drumroll]
- [brass music builds]

♪ They can lift, they can haul
They can crash a f*cking wall ♪

♪ They've got power, they've got ba*ls ♪

- ♪ They're trucks ♪
- ♪ Trucks! ♪

♪ Pull a cord, give a blast
Knock the kiddies on their a*s ♪

♪ Rollin' hard and rollin' fast ♪

- ♪ In trucks ♪
- ♪ Trucks! ♪

♪ Whoa-oa-oa ♪

♪ I'm talkin' trucks ♪

♪ Whoa-oa-oa ♪

♪ All kinds of trucks ♪

♪ Haulin', liftin'
Grindin', shiftin' machines ♪

♪ f*ck' trucks! ♪

Now let's go get that g*dd*mn truck.

- [exclaims]
- Tittie b*mb!

Okay, okay, to Alice and Dev.

Thank you for keeping Sal in his school.

[chuckles] And putting
that shitty school board in its place.

- Salud.
- Salud.

- But come on. It was all Alice.
- And your legal expertise.

[chuckling] No, it was you.
You're spectacular.

- [exclaims]
- [phone rings]

Alice! Did you f*ck Dev yet?
You're horny, right?

Yeah, I'm horny as hell,
but, Connie, where the hell are you?

- Oh, I'm at a charty.
- A what?

A party at a church. A charty.

Oh, okay.

Dessert is served.

Sis, I love you, I do,
but you serve the absolute worst desserts.

[chuckling] What? It's a matcha cream pie
with a flaxseed protein crust.

- I'm sorry. It's straight-up gross.
- It's healthy.

Alice, we should ditch these hippies
and go get some actual dessert after this.

- That sounds nice.
- I love this for you.

f*ck him in a Baskin-Robbins.

Oh, sh*t, I gotta go.
Something fun is happening. Bye-bye.

[all] Lionel! Lionel!

I am a gray, ashen god.

- [cheering]
- [Montel] Careful.

- I can feel his a*s!
- Okay, put him down. Thank you.

Montel, hi.

I promise we'll still be friends
even though I'm cool now.

Hey, Party Jesus?
Maybe you should go easy on the tequila?

- What are you? His mom?
- What? No.

Then why you harshin' the vibe?

Yeah, this guy's finally cool, man.

[gasps] You think I'm cool, man?

Yeah. How'd you get so cool, man?

Tequila, man.

Oh, man, tequila makes me wanna suck d*ck.

Or maybe sucking d*ck
makes me thirsty for tequila?

Tequila and d*ck, man.
That's chocolate and peanut butter.

[chuckling] Okay, I think maybe
everyone should go easy on the tequila.

- Boo!
- f*ck you, party pooper.

Yeah, stop defecating
on our fiesta, you h*.

All right, this is some real
Señor Frog's energy, and I don't need it.

Well, shall we?

- One tequila.
- Two tequila.

- Three tequila.
- [all] I'm a wh*re!

[slurping]

[indistinct chatter]

All right, all right, they've had
some fancy l*sbian wine,

they're blowing smoke
up each other's asses.

- Perfect time to demand a toy.
- You can do this, baby.

[Sal] Mm-hmm.

[exclaims]

Hey, my love. Would you like some pie?

- [whines]
- [chuckling] Ooh, see?

Even Sal knows what's up
with the desserts in this house.

Oh, he... He probably wants tubby time.

[exclaims]

Make these fakakta women
understand you, kiddo.

- [exclaims]
- I'm listening, Sal. I'm listening.

Okay, he's signing "wants."
You want... What do you want Sal?

[babbles]

- A block?
- No, a... A toy, maybe?

- [gasps]
- Come on, kid.

Be the truck you wanna see in your house.

[exclaims]

[truck horn honking]

[squeals]

- You're honking. Oh, you're a goose!
- You wanna go to Canada?

- [grunts]
- I think he's a car.

- Yes, yes, a car honks. You're a car.
- [babbles]

Oh, okay.
Oh, no, you're bigger than a car.

- A crossover?
- A midsize SUV?

A Sprinter van!

No, it's a truck. Duh!

- He was pointing to one in the car today.
- You want a toy truck?

- [chuckles]
- [Petra] Better believe it's a truck!

- Yes! He wants a toy truck.
- [chuckles]

- Yeah!
- We did it!

- Choke on it, haters!
- [triumphant music]

Our son wants a truck, and he told us.

f*ck that neurologist
and his bullshit benchmarks.

See, Sal? You can do anything
with the right attitude.

Because "the only disability
is a bad attitude," right, Alice?

- Oh, man.
- It's your mom all over again.

- Yeah, it is.
- Rochelle, stop.

We can't let them do to Sal
what your mom did to you.

This family needs this moment.

Alice, it is okay
to celebrate small victories.

- Oh God, you're gonna go to high school.
- Maybe even college.

We could be on The Amazing Race together
as mother and son.

Listen to them.
The expectations. The pressure.

- The disappointment.
- Stop it.

- Stop what?
- Tell them.

Don't do it, girl.
Please. Don't take this from them.

I... I just think this is
a lot of pressure to put on him.

- Excuse me?
- Sis, chill.

- No, please, continue.
- I should not have said anything.

[scoffs] Are you scared
we'd be disappointed in him?

- Because we could never be.
- Sal is perfect as he is.

Yeah, you say that,
but you still expect him to do more.

- Maybe more than he even wants to do.
- [sad music plays]

And when he fails, and he will fail,

he will feel like sh*t,
and he's going to hate you.

Oh, f*ck.

- Um... "f*ck"?
- Uh... [chuckles]

- Did he just say his first word?
- [chuckles]

Don't look at me.
He didn't hear that f*cking word from me.

Are we allowed to celebrate that, Alice?
Is that okay with you?

I'm so sorry.
I knew I should not have said anything.

No, it's fine. [chuckles] We get it.
Our son's gonna hate us.

- Oh, sh*t, Rochelle. What did we do?
- We told them the truth. [grunts]

For the record,
I f*ck' hate you as a Hate Worm.

Let's blow this joint, Hope. Hope?

Oh, that b*tch is gone.
Here one moment, gone the next.

- That's her whole gestalt, baby.
- Well, my whole gestalt is "eat my a*s."

All right, drunks, sluts,
and drunken sluts,

you don't have to go home,
but you can't stay here.

[chuckles] Oh!

Emmy, I said "drunken sluts."
Let's go. Come on.

Actually, Lionel said I can crash here
until I get my life together,

so, yeah, I'll be staying here forever.

Ooh! Bye, darling. You tell that freak
he throws one f*ck of a party.

[sighs] And where is said freak?

Lionel, where are you?

Everyone's going home.

[Lionel] Ooh! Ahh! [grunts]

Lionel? [screams]

[screaming]

- Montel!
- It's not what it smells like.

So my parents aren't having
a mushy threesome with my mentor?

Oh, no. Yeah. Well, then, no,
it's exactly what it smells like.

Oh, you poor kid.
This is gonna be a core memory.

Ugh, the wetness!

A sexual betrayal by your mentor
tends to be foundational.

[gasps] I gotta go scoop out my eyeballs.

Montel, wait!

I thought you wanted us to get along.

You basically begged us to do this.

Speaking of begging,
can I pleeease get in on your orgy?

- Uh... no.
- No way.

Eh, my p*nis doesn't work anyway.
It has too many holes.

- What? Like a... Like a flute?
- No, more like a colander.

Okay, now I'm intrigued.

- So...
- Yeah.

- Uh, do you still wanna get some dessert?
- Are you serious?

Alice, my nephew finally advocated
for something he wanted,

and you somehow
made his whole family feel terrible.

I was just trying to protect Sal.

I get that, I do,
but it was still a d*ck move.

Dev, come on.

Yeah, I think I... I think I should go.

- Uh, I'll see you around.
- Ah, sh*t.

Nuh-uh. Don't let that as*h*le
make you feel bad.

- Yeah, f*ck him.
- We don't need his judgment.

- f*ck everybody.
- We don't need nothing from nobody.

- Yeah, we've got Postmates.
- And a vibrator.

Rochelle, I may never
leave the house again.

So, yeah, Sal's mom ordered it on Amazon,
and they delivered it that night.

Wow, Petra. I can't believe it.

You got Sal his truck

with no help whatsoever
from nobody at all.

Hey, there's no shame
in asking for help if you need it.

Fortunately, I did not.

What happened to you? You look like sh*t.

I don't know. I could say this.
I know I didn't f*ck anyone last night.

Connie, could you say that?
You didn't f*ck anyone last night?

I took a Xanax and fell asleep watching
the Netflix Original Series Lupin.

Oh, good. Maurice, Constance.
Morning, lovers.

Eh, I wanted to make sure
you both got home all right.

- Um, from what?
- My party last night.

Oh, you had a party last night?

Uh, yes, remember?
We all fornicated each other. No?

[laughs] Oh my God!
You two f*cked the Wizard?

- What?!
- No! Uh... Uh-uh, I watched Lupin.

Okay. Yeah, yeah. Sure you did.

- [Petra cackles]
- Oh, I see. You two are ashamed.

Afraid your stock as cool individuals
will take a hit

after making sweet love to me.

- [groans]
- [laughs]

Everyone! I have an announcement to make.

- Oh, he's gonna tell everyone, isn't he?
- Yup.

- And we, uh...
- We wanna f*ck him again?

- Yup.
- Big time.

♪ They can lift, they can haul
They can crash a f*cking wall ♪

♪ They've got power, they've got ba*ls
They're trucks ♪

♪ Pull a cord, give a blast
Knock the kiddies on their a*s ♪

♪ Rollin' hard and rollin' fast
In trucks ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ I'm talkin' trucks ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ All kind of trucks ♪

♪ Haulin', liftin'
Grindin', shiftin' machines ♪

♪ They're f*ck' trucks ♪

[vocalizing]

[song fades]