Duration: 56.8s

So, yes, I'll have them see the house tomorrow at 3:00 p.m. That looks good. What is that? Chicken salad? - Mm-hmm. You want a bite? - No thank you, sweetie. But here's the thing though, you really think you should be eating that? Well, I mean, I am hungry. Water only... four hours before stage! Ain't that right, fellas? - Yeah. Yes, ma'am. - Them's the rules. Not even, like, a granola bar? - Is that healthy? - Who the fuck are you? Oh, no, actually, I just mean carbs... - are unfairly demonized. - No. If that's how he's lookin', I wouldn't change what he's cookin'. - It's fine. - Oh, it's fine? So you think people come in here to see a fat piece of shit floppin' his tits around? I don't have tits! Nobody wants to see a big dick hanging off a bag of garbage. Shouldn't have weighed in. I'm sorry. Not a pun. Oh, no, no. Please continue to mansplain to me what I'm supposed to be doing. 'Cause, you know, as a woman, I have no fucking idea! You do your thing. I'll go fuck myself. Thank you so much for giving me permission. Are you still eating that? - Ms. Titties? - Tittyais. Who the fuck's asking? We not hiring, honey.