I’ll tell you,
we still got it, Otis. Oh, yeah.
Yes, we do. – True that, Walden.
– Mm-hmm. – All right.
– We here, ain’t we? Oh, yeah. Hey, we hittin’ it
in business right now. [both croak loudly] [both sigh] We out here, straight
hitting the bricks, as it were. Hey, hey, I’m gonna
tell you right now, I got a pocket full of nickels,
and I’m ready to get loose. – All right!
– [laughs] – Okay.
– Can I, uh… get another round, please? [hip-hop music playing] – Here we go.
– Oh, yeah. [both mumbling] You guys like Drake? – Drink?
– A drink? We got–we got drinks. – All sorted out on the…
– We got ’em, young buck. Drink front there,
Tiny Tim. Drake. Like Drake, the rapper.
He’s a musician. Like, “Started from the bottom,
now we here.” Drake. Drink?
You saying “drink.” You know a musician
called Drink? Okay, you know what?
Never–never mind. Uh, you guys are awesome. ♪ [both scoff] – Drink.
– Awesome. He over here talking
about Drake. – “You guys are awesome.”
– I don’t know about no Drake. I don’t know nothing
about no Drake. I’ll tell you another thing, I’m trying to watch
my calorie intake. Ain’t worried
about no Drink. Concerned about
digesting my steak. – Talk about Drake.
– Talking about Drake. I’m having a hard enough time
staying awake. I can’t be concerning
myself with Drake. You know. Poured orange juice
on my corn flakes. Yeah. He talking about Drake.
Trying to talk about Drake. I need five breaths
to blow out my birthday cake. I ain’t concerned
about no Drake. – Drake.
– You want to be concerned about Drake,
that’s on your time, brother. Shoot, man.
Lost my teeth in a lake. I’m over here
like a 1930s cartoon hitting my head
when I step on a rake. [mimics slap]
Whoo! [mimics birds flying] I don’t know no Drake. Over here talking about Drake.
You concerned about Drake. I’m gonna tell you
what I’m concerned about. Making it to the john without
making a bathroom mistake. My left eyeball
is a fake. Sperm, my testicles
do not make. I woke up this morning
and my booty hole ache. – Drake. Drake.
– Drake. Drake. I ain’t give a shit
about no Drake. You know all about Drake. [speaking gibberish]
Drake. Drake. [scoffs] Oh, hey, now.
Look at them. Look at these two
old-timers over here. [both chuckling] Now, take it easy
on them, Walden. [both laughing] I will, Otis.
I will, brother. I will. [both chuckling] Hey!
Hello, gentlemen. Y’all like Drake? (man)
Drake? Hell, yes. “Started from the bottom, now the whole team
fucking here.” Y’all like
Tyler, the Creator? ♪