I will marry you, young sir. Who's me? Who am I? How I love you? Can public stop? Stop. Ugh. Coming. Donna? Paperclip and horror, you fired me. Why? You said I don't know how to use post-its. It's not even me. Well, did you either use the words wasteful and improper? I think I know how to use post-its. Yeah, you're like a pro. But post it. Karila advertising. I knew you'd like it. Keys are in the car. Mother of pearl! Walter's always messing things up. Jeannie? Good morning, Ryan. Oh, who's at the door? Just the same guy who keeps leading all these e-vite notices. I don't want to go to your party, bro. Jeannie, these aren't e-vite notices. These are eviction notices. Oops. Oh, this is bad. Have we been paying a rent, Donna? But you were paying a rent. I thought you were paying rent. I thought that money was for our kindergarten cop remake. Well, that is also very important. And that's where ticket to Fame Town. Okay, we're still in the same page, right? What are we gonna do? We're gonna make some money. I'm sorry, I left my shirt. You seem familiar, but how do I know you? We're neighbor. Okay. Jordan. We made love together. Hold on. Last night. Yeah, okay. That's okay. Yeah, go make sure. That's okay. I'll remember all of them. Just tell me who we're going to be. Okay. Babe alert. How could you forget that? I drink a lot. Yeah. I like his chest hair. Yeah. Let's go for a job. Great. One wood. One wood. You said we don't have to wear pants on the weekdays. You know, Donna doesn't have to wear pants. You always need to wear pants. Remember that. You're not the most mean. You don't have to wear a shirt though. Like I'm just a piece of meat, right? I'm not a person. Yakers. Oh yes, we've been expecting you. Dynamo. I love breakfast. My name is Dan. Can you get me a coffee, Danimo? I've had a rough day. No. Girl, get your nails done over here. Immediately. At the same one in pink. A choice. Uh-huh. Oh really? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Really? Well, guess what, there's no such thing as too many post-its. Marlene, I can explain. No need. They don't know what they're talking about. Mar-Mar. We're broke. Dan. We need a job. Ladies. The job market's a clusterfuck. Okay. So, a receptionist position is coming out every or for sub-my body. Now, not so much. That's exactly like the time I had food poisoning. At first I was like, oh, I'm going to be like, oh. Okay. We need to revamp your profiles. Okay. We need to think outside the box. What are some skills you've never told me about? I'm punctual bitch with a great work ethic. I got a highlighter collection that is fucking epic. I like it when things fit perfectly together. There's nothing more poetic than a tiny dog sweater. I label everything. Organizing is my mission. I like dresses with pockets because it makes life more efficient. Photoshop my face into some movie posters. Honestly, I should have been the lead and closer. I'm good at everything. I'm good at light. I can make cheese splinter for the plastic night. I'm a collectible slut. Some call me a hoarder. Spug with a double U. I got a pun disorder. I match bar 20's. Biggest fans, it's they began. They're the greatest fans in our life span. Rob Thomas is a legend. He's a fucking man. I will pull this for him whenever I can. I got what you need. I'm a team player. Have the information on the gas with me. Susan's getting fucked and Dan may be gay. He's a great appredite named to read all day. I'm a generous coworker. Gummies I love to share. We never watch porn on my computer. I swear. Instead, I'll google it. I'll zero killers and cults. Watch my teeth like a boss. Cause I'm an idiot. And adult with a subscription. It's a tiger bee. Got it as a fucking perfect. For kids, children. Still in the art of making. Balloon sword. I'm the bank goal of the techs. I deserve. I know war don't drive. But I'll drink in the passenger seat. Jack Daniels like milk. For my mother's shit. Really good at picking things up. With my feet. And even we gonna make my hands pop. I hate. Here's my resume. My skills. I'm a real man. I'm a real man. I'm a real man. I'm a real man. I'm a real man. I'm a real man. Here's my resume. My skills on papers. And I roll it up and pack it in and make that shit a vapor. I'm a highly motivated. Individual with an emphasis. I'm highly but purely medicinal. I'm proud of my ability to break for lunch. Everyone be hating when they hear my grudges. Naps in the lobby in the front on the floor. My REM sleep at 4 is her core. Fuck lady, stoop fuck wearing heels. I got my moss emerging pockets full of fingernails. Love dance. I was raised by Winslow and Tanner. I modeled my snack belt after Tim the tool my tailor. I'm fiscate snails like to help them in the rain. No one else has got their back. I'm starting a campaign. Everyone be acting like a snail. So I'm saying help them cross the street. That shit's too mean. I like it. Okay. I like it. Okay. Marlene. Hi Frank. Okay. Oh yeah. I still got my capy. It is itself American rodent. I do take baths with him. I do. How can I help you honey? Okay. You know what? I've got the perfect team for that job. Yes. Oh god. Thank god. Oh my god. You're so good. You're so good. Okay. Thanks. What's the job? Rose. This is Suna Colin. I agreed. Like Colin means cool right? That's what auto-correct tells me. Oh my god. Is that a battery? Oh bro. Oh my god. Oh my god. God shit. Oh my brite. Oh the honeymoon is ruined. Where's that time we all got lice. It's okay you guys. It's only temporary. No. Oh my god. Is that a battery? Oh bro. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. No. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. It's okay you guys. It's only temporary. Lower your expectations. It's going to be really entertaining. This total jump game to beat. Tomorrow's sectional solitines 11 swap of boy tics 10 business conflicts. White supremacist cheering. Eight late night tweeting 7 double chinnings to six 6000 plaintiffs. Five spoil breaths. I'll be playing to five spoil brats. We're almost there. No, tax returns. Three black friends, two tiny hands. And a joke of a president. See. Oh. Oh. Mary. Who ran the Trumps? We ran the Trumps. That's everyone. Oh my gosh. We did it. I'm sweating. Look at my armpits.