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in 2 days,

you'll forget you got fired.

You told them?

- No, I was...

- I need a shower.

Here. We're working here.

When you're ready.

Alex,

my dick's numb.

No f***ing tonight.

- Sorry.

- Very smooth.

No, it's a running joke

with your brother.

I can't find my charger,

maybe I could borrow yours?

When I'm done, I'll bring it over.

I just need a quick burst.

7%. At 10, I'm gone.

Alex said you took photos.

I still do.

Can I see?

No, they won't interest you.

I am interested.

Let's see.

Who are these people?

All my exes.

Just kidding.

They're people who don't like me.

It's weird,

I like taking photos of haters.

They didn't want to give me anything

but in the end, they do.

I'm a loony.

No, you're cool.

I mean, it's cool.

10%. I'll be going.

Stay till 20% if you want.

Or even 30%.

You can even stay till 100%.

What?

30%.

It's a bit tricky, in terms of Alex.

I know,

but it's not what you think.

It's not about the money, you know.

But 1,000 euros!

She's cute,

but she seems a bit mixed-up.

- Fragile.

- Yeah, forget it.

- If I got a vibe, I'd go for it.

- There was no vibe.

Guys! Arnold got the ratings.

We're up 1.5 points.

What?

1.5 points.

Seriously?

Straight up.

No kidding?

There you go.

That's awesome!

Awesome!

What's 1.5 points mean?

It means 800,000 listeners, dummy.

Guys, cool.

We've proved nothing yet. Come on.

Calm down.

We've proved nothing yet.

1.5 points!

Consumer's Choice

This is the Breakfast Show.

You gotta know,

we have people on the phones.

Hello.

Your show's just great,

but it's down to the writer.

You sense a real comic talent.

Sharp, witty, nails it every time.

Say, I have a doubt.

Doesn't that sound

like Ben's dad's voice?

I think it's him, yes.

Not at all.

- Hey, dad.

- Hi, son.

Okay, guys?

Hello, Mr. Jablonsky.

Hi, audience. How are you today?

Why are you stopping?

It's beautiful, you shitheads.

This is so beautiful!

It tears my eyes out.

Scenery like that

makes me feel like a tiny little sh*t.

It works without the scenery.

Yeah, but here even more so.

You really jerk my chain.

Seriously.

We're fooling.

Sorry, Cyril, it was just a joke.

I had an announcement to make.

What's up?

- Forget it.

- I was kidding.

You know what?

You're such a**holes.

I get serious for once

and what do you come back with?

Jokes!

You're the joke!

A bunch of clowns.

We can't talk normally for once?

You've always got to pick on something

to get a laugh.

And if it hurts a pal,

who cares?

C'mon, Cyril...

As long as everybody laughs.

It's true.

Did you laugh?

You didn't? It wasn't funny?

If it's funny,

it's funny, period.

But what your pal's feeling,

who cares?

Daddy-o, what's rattled your cage?

Shut up! You all piss me off!

I'm tired!

Listen up, and if you can't,

how about a little joke?

Ready, guys?

Those are the bus keys.

I'm the King of Comedy.

F***!

Sh*t!

Weren't those the bus keys?

It was a joke.

So it wasn't great.

Chill.

Excuse me.

You got a spare key?

Thanks for everything.

Sorry about that idiot.

I get the picture. You're not happy.

Better not be forever.

I messed up.

Let's say.

But if you think about it,

how could I know

we had the only driver without 2 keys?

I'm sorry, that is so unprofessional.

We're up 1 million listeners,

this far from making it!

But no!

Smartypants commits collective

suicide.

Dump the keys, walk across France.

You realize there's no show tomorrow

because of your stupidity?

He's not wrong, dude.

You're older than us

and more irresponsible.

You never get any better.

You realize you never get any better?

You're ultra-immature.

Funny you should say so,

I get no sense of that.

Precisely.

How old are you?

How old do you think?

Sh*t!

Sorry, it slipped out of my hands.

Isn't that crazy?

You must have spare set.

You're a pro.

Who's immature?

I'm gonna kill you!

There's a car!

You drive me nuts!

Leo...

Deep breaths.

The rapper, Leo.

Help him, guys.

Leo the rapper?

F*** it, it's...

We don't understand.

See? You've pissed him off.

Leonardo da Vitry? You're nuts.

Jeremie recognized the car.

Even if it's him, he's a sh*t.

We need a guest for tomorrow.

So what? We'll...

Just ask Ben

to write you a sketch.

What's going on?

He's bigger than ever.

Get the hell off my steps!

Hi.

I'm a great fan.

Who invited you?

Hi. Actually...

We present the Breakfast Club.

On Blast FM.

You came on a few years ago.

You remember.

No hellos, no goodbyes, all that.

Know what? See that?

Suck it good, dickwad.

What a jerk!

Henri from the laundry sent us.

How do you know Henri?

He's a friend of my dad's.

How do you know Henri?

No sweat.

- Let's go.

- Just a second.

Excuse me.

You're a rap fan?

Yeah, I listen to some. I like it.

Like what?

You know Taboo

from Black Eyed Peach?

I just accepted him

as a friend on facebook.

Thanks, Cyril.

We need a guest for tomorrow's show.

If you can help, it's cool.

We all love what you do.

What time?

In the morning, actually.

We air in the morning.

The good thing is...

A lot of people tune in

in the morning.

The morning?

Mornings suck.

Let's do it at night.

You don't get it.

It's the morning show.

Like the evening news.

It's the evening news,

not afternoon news.

- We'll see, guys.

- What?

We'll see what?

No way!

You said, no work on vacation.

Screw the show!

Keep frying your ass and shut your

hole!

You shut your hole.

Flossing for your crew,

with your micro-dick stinking of sh*t!

Because it's been up your ass!

What did you say?

Say that again, f*ggot!

Quit busting my balls!

Say it! I'll f*** you up!

I dare you to repeat it!

Pain in the ass!

Come down here, I'll f*** you up!

F*** you,

I'll pussywhip your manhole!

Right here, right now.

I like her. She's solar.

She has great energy.

I'm so gonna f*** you up!

Let's blow

before the sh*t hits the fan.

We'll be going. Thank you, ma'am.

No problem, f*** you!

- Thanks.

- The rap cliche.

Get outta here!

Come on, we're gone.

You faggots,

go suck each other off in the cellar.

You too, nigglet.

Run along, you black piece of sh*t.

Monday to Tuesday, we rape ya

Wednesday to Thursday, we rape ya

Friday with my homies, we rape ya

Saturday with the family, we rape ya

No condom, no mercy

if you're with NYPD

We rape ya

Leonardo da Vitry

fucks you without pity

Wet your panties

I'm gonna gape your booty

Get me, pretty

Dump your corpse in the city

Get ready, you hoes

Leonardo da Vitry

Weekly pussyhound

Well?

You keep pretty busy during the week.

For me, it's huge.

You're nuts. It stinks.

A pile of sh*t.

That we can agree on.

I wanted to play unplugged.

My wife refused.

She says rappers don't play guitar.

A real shame.

She talks nasty.

She talks bad to me.

No kidding.

She's very...

Here.

I'm sick of it.

Cooped up here every summer.

Maybe she'll let me out for a ride.

To go to the market.

F*** it!

He's suffering.

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