Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell2013

Gary Bunda:
Hey there, fellas. What's crack-a-lacking?

Eddie:
Oh, nothing. We're just hanging out, shooting the sh*t.

Gary Bunda:
Really?

Eddie:
Yeah.

Gary Bunda:
It seems like you guys are just out here talking about your yoga routines and just PURPOSELY EXCLUDING ME!

Dizzay:
Come on, Gary, it ain't like that, man.

Gary Bunda:
Really? How else are my feelings wrong? What, are you like the little conductor for my emotions, and I should feel how it is you think it's appropriate for me to feel?

Dizzay:
Okay.

Gary Bunda:
Well, maybe if there was a little bit more communication in this circle of "friends" that I thought I was a spoke of...

Eddie:
Shut up.

Gary Bunda:
Do any of you even like me for me?

Benji:
Gary? Gary, we like you. It's just, lately, you've just been acting like a...

Gary Bunda:
Like what?

Troy:
Like a little b*tch.

Dizzay:
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Gary Bunda:
I'M A B*TCH?! [to Dizzay] YOU'RE A B*TCH. [to Troy] YOU'RE A B*TCH. [to Eddie] YOU'RE A BIG, FLOPPY, DUMB, WET B*TCH! EVERY ONE OF YOU! [crying] I'm sorry. What am I? [Gary makes a wave gesture with his hand] I'm doing this.

Troy:
Yeah, a little bit.

Gary Bunda:
I don't know what's wrong -- [vomits on his employees]

Eddie:
Gary, are you okay?

Gary Bunda:
I think I'm fine. I just maybe --

Dizzay:
Whatever it is, you going like a mother.

Gary Bunda:
F*** you!