(engine revs)
- Sucks.
- Fricking donor.
- Don't say boner in front of a kid.
- He didn't say boner, idiot.
He said donor.
- Stay out of it dick weed.
You're not the one who said boner.
- I will say it.
- Don't you (beep) do it.
- I will!
Hey buddy!
Boner!
(hand slaps)
Oh shit! - Oh yeah.
♪ Detroit city when we get back on our feet ♪
- Tim Cramblin, Cramblin Advertising.
- Hello Tim.
- Cramblin Advertising?
Are you Hank Cramblin's son?
- That I am, yeah.
- You know Sally Pomerantz?
Head of creative for Palmer and Sincline.
- Hank Cramblin, what a legend.
How is your father?
- He went insane.
He lives in a nuthouse now.
- Oh.
Well, the next time you see him,
you tell him Sally Pomerantz from Chicago said hello.
- He won't understand that.
Talking to him is like talking to Bugs Bunny.
- Well, then you tell him, "What's up, doc?"
- Thank you.
That will mean a lot to him.
(upbeat music)
You ready?
- Sure am.
We did it, pal.
- We sure did.
- I paid for the coffee, I picked up the dog
and I told the cop I was with animal control, undercover.
(man laughs)
Oh!
(tires squeal)
(man thumps)
(objects rustle)
(doors click)
- Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Let's get the hell out of here.
- Uh uh.
- Let's dump his body in the woods
and walk in there like nothing happened.
- What if he wakes up and sees us?
(chip crunches)
(rock music)
Leave the bag out.
- Yeah, it'll just be like a piece of bag out there,
nobody's gonna ask you-
- No, I know.
- He's not answering.
I'm so sorry.
He has never missed a meeting like this.
- It's fine, just very unprofessional.
- Let me call his cell phone.
- Call his cell phone?
What are you going to call it?
What?
- You have to do stand up.
- I will, I promise.
- Can you help us settle a bet?
- Sure.
- Excuse me!
We're talking!
Move it along.
Thanks.
Seriously, man, when are you going to settle down?
It's amazing.
- Yeah, Tim, I do want to meet somebody.
- Then what is stopping you?
- Hey, I like your shirt,
that color looks great on you.
- Oh, so you just interrupt people?
Is that your whole gig?
You interrupt folks.
We don't know who you are.
(Tim laughs)
Later, dude.
Seriously, why are you not settling down?
- Because of you, Tim!
It is impossible to meet girls around you.
- Okay, that's insane.
- Oh yeah, sure. Okay.
I'm insane, man.
- Suit yourself, man.
Giving you advice.
What if he's right?
What if he is insane
and I'm just a figment of his imagination.
(Tim laughs)
Oh man.
(gentle music)
See those girls playing pool?
One of them was looking at you.
Come on, I'll introduce you.
- No way.
- Aw, don't be nervous.
- I'm not nervous, Tim.
You're just a terrible wing man.
- Fine. I'll just stay here.
You go on over there.
I'm just some guy at the bar who doesn't even know you.
Doesn't love ya.
Go on bud.
- Thanks buddy.
- Yup.
(blues music)
- I got next.
- Well, that means you'll be playing me.
- Oh it does it?
- Mm hm.
- I'm Sam.
- Vicky, nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you Vicky.
- Sorry ladies.
- Don't-
- I don't know this guy, but I want to say-
- Why would you touch me?
- He seems like a great guy.
The kind of guy
you'd be proud to bring home to your parents.
Just thought I'd drop by and say that.
I'll get out of your way.
- Kay.
(both laugh)
Weird.
- Right.
Well, he's not wrong.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah.
- Mm.
- So, you're playing eight ball?
- Yeah-
- I'm sorry.
I just realized that last interaction
may have come across a little weird.
That's because I forgot to introduce myself.
My name's Mike Cyclops, I work for NASA.
- NASA?
- Let me just tell you,
there is a lot they're not telling you man, trust me.
I worked security at Area 51,
got kicked out for banging one of the aliens.
She was hot too.
She, he, it, it had everything.
And I love that.
Uh, god I miss her. I really do.
- Kay.
- Uh,
uh, so what-
- I am sorry.
- Oh, for (beep).
- I lied, I do know him.
I was his Uber driver.
I just wanted to come over here and tell you that
in case you felt that there was an undeniable
pre-existing chemistry.
Yeah, I'm a Uber driver.
It's actually pretty fun.
- Yeah.
- It can be fun. - Yeah.
- All right, kay.
- Great.
Well.
So-
- Two fricking stars?
Are you kidding me?
After you farted in my car?
Didn't even roll down the window.
- Ew.
- Tim, why are you doing this?
- I don't know.
I think deep down I want to sabotage your relationship
so I can have you all to myself.
He's a piece of shit.
Sam's here.
(gentle music)
Who's he with?
Sam, Who are you with?
Who are you?
- I'm Shannon.
- This is Shannon, Tim.
- Hi Shannon, who are you?
- She's my girlfriend.
- Girlfriend?
Since when?
- Feels like a day, it's been so much fun.
(Shannon laughs)
- How long?
- I don't know, it's been a blur,
it's been so much fun.
- How long?
- It's been a blur.
- How long!
- A month!
A whole frigging month!
- You had a girlfriend that you've hid from me for a month?
- I didn't know!
- Well, technically, babe, it's been about five weeks,
you know.
- Tim.
It's your own frigging fault, okay?
- I, you, can be difficult to introduce new people to.
- Why? - Why.
(Sam laughs)
This guys says why.
- Because, Tim, you can be a little harsh.
(Tim laughs)
- Harsh? Harsh.
Hey, Shannon, how are you?
- Uh. - You look lovely.
Is that blouse from Ann Taylor?
- No.
- Well, someone should tell Ann Taylor,
'cause they have a very similar one.
- What are you even trying to go for with this?
- I shop for Chrissy at Ann Taylor.
I'm just saying, I think they'd be very interested
in knowing that someone's selling a cheaper version.
- How do you know this one's cheaper?
- 'Cause I shop for Chrissy at Ann Taylor, idiot.
- It could be nicer dill weed.
- It's not!
- Um, nice to meet you, Tim.
I've heard lots about you.
- All good things I'm sure.
- Yeah.
- Hey YouTubers, it's that Chrissy issy issy coming at you
with another hairstyle-
- I love your tutorials,
but your husband's not hot enough for you.
Disagree.
Gross husband, disagree.
This girl's married to the penguin.
No, she's not. Disagree.
Watch out Chrissy, there's a fat ghost in your room.
Bullshit!
(Tim breathes heavily)
(chair clatters)
(upbeat music)
Listen up society.
You are now ordered to cease and desist
the teasing of one Tim Cramblin.
We are the agents of chaos.
Stop teasing him!
- Tim, you clogged the toilet again.
- As if.
- Stop putting baby wipes in the toilet.
- Shut up.
- What?
- Nothing. Sorry, sweetheart.
- So, Sebastian,
we're going to be shooting your commercial tomorrow.
Any questions or concerns?
- I want the full on dance treatment.
That's what I want.
- All right. Okay.
Um, so, okay. All right.
So maybe you're, um,
maybe you're walking through your store,
you look to camera,
your just like-
(clothing rustles)
- Why would I do that?
- I don't know, sir.
- It's not sexy.
- [Tim] I don't get it.
- [Sam] Are they laughing with it or at it?
- They're just laughing, Sam.
They're feeling joy.
- I don't get it.
- It's nothing!
- Stop dancing!
- Your wasting your time!
Don't look at me, asshole!
(upbeat music)
Hey kids, you want to party together?
- Yeah.
I for sure want to party with this guy.
- All right!
Give me some skin.
(Tim laughs)
- [Sam] And cut.
- Sam? - Yeah?
No, I know.
- Come on, what's with-
- Uh huh.
- What's going on here?
(Sam and talk indistinctly)
- That was good for me.
My one thing is the kid who's supposed to say,
"I for sure want to party with him."
He's like kind of squinting his eyes,
it's like I don't really believe in him anymore.
- Yeah, no shit.
'Cause why would he say that?
- This is supposed to be a commercial
for a club where teens can go and have a cool,
safe space to hang out.
And now it's a commercial where a bunch of cool teens
want to hang out with an adult,
who legally wouldn't be allowed in the club
in the first place.
- Yeah, that's the whole point, though.
He doesn't go into the club,
they just want him to.
- Why would they want to party with a weird old man?
- Who's a weird old man, honey?
Me?
How am I old or weird?
- Well, if the door didn't work the first try-
- Surely disagree!
- That jacket-
- Everybody shut up.
(door clicks)
♪ Oo Devereu ♪
Nope, no.
(Tim clears his throat)
♪ Oo Devere, re ♪
(Tim sings scales)
There we go.
♪ Oo Devereux ♪
For sure, if that guy sings it.
♪ Oo Dever ♪
(Tim yells)
Ah, death!
♪ Oo De ♪
(headphones clatter)
♪ Oo Deve ♪
Damn it, I can't sing!
(Tim yells)
(upbeat music)
Hey bud, what's up?
- Do not enter without knocking,
go back out and try again.
- No, I'm not going to do that.
I'm already in here Trevor, that's stupid.
(musical instrument hums)
Hey, um, Mom told me that you're in between jobs
and we have an opening at Cramblin Duvet.
- Oh, what happened?
Did Sam get chronic diarrhea and die?
- No, don't even joke about Sam's death.
We're going to die at the same exact time.
Even if we're miles apart our hearts will just know.
You can stay with me and Chrissy.
I think we could really use your help around the office.
You know, I could show you how it's done.
- Actually, I don't need to be shown how it's done.
I know how it's done.
- Well, you don't know how it's done.
But I think with a little bit of work,
you can be pretty good at it.
- Yes I do know how it's done
and I can do advertising in my sleep.
- You're actually not good at advertising,
you never done it before.
So, how would you know if you're good at it?
- I do know how to do it.
- Okay. Well then, do it then.
- Fine, shit head, I'll do it.
- Do not call me a shit head!
I've got a job, a place to live!
- Oh my god, wow. Thank you so much.
Wow.
- Oh, thank you.
- Let me at least offer my body to you.
Thank you so much.
Okay. Come on, let's go!
Grab your stuff!
- What.
- Come on, Trevor, well, you need to pack, don't ya?
- Oh my god, yeah.
- Don't you need to pack some stuff Buddy?
- Oh, yeah, I got it.
- Don't hit the dresser!
- Shut up!
- I guess there always has to be a baby.
- That's my dresser!
- Trevor, pack your deodorant.
(bag rustles)
Pack your deodorant I got you for Christmas!
Thank you!
You don't need your Slipknot mask.
- Yes I do!
- When are you going to use it?
- Take a shower.
- You take a shower with a Slipknot mask?
- Yes, shut up!
- You shut the (beep) up!
(both yell)
♪ Next time when they ask you where your from ♪
♪ You will say Detroit city when we get back on our feet ♪
♪ Yeah ♪