F Y I I do begrudgingly acknowledge the fact that you stood guard outside my room like a sad Alsatian.

Thank you.

I want to continue your line of work.

What can I say?

I've got a gift.

Jesus didn't stop making furniture.

Just cause I'm being I think you should find out there.

Yeah, me too.

But you know, bitch, go make rent.

You know what a fucking mess, by the way.

You sure your brother's worth of this?

He's my brother.

Does he want you to find him?

No.

You're going to anyway.

I have to.

Oh, don't kill yourself with prices.

Thank you.

Here yourself are your door look?

Sure.

No, that's definitely what I'm gonna spend some.

Thank you.