(lively music)
- 816, dude, we're so good, oh my god!
Guys, we're so good.
- (clapping hands) ♪
Our lives are validated.
- ♪ Our lives are validated,
we did the thing ♪
♪ that we came to do. ♪
- Uhh, I don't know where the rice is!
Add rice to that plate!
God dammit, this person
needs to fuck off! Get out
of my restaurant.
- What are you doing in here?
- This is not where you belong sir!
I don't know, I don't know...
- I feel like we did pretty good.
- I don't know!
- I feel like we did pretty good.
(high five)
- We did even better than
the first level, look!
- You were tricking me, you thought you-
- I just wasn't sure.
- You were tricking me.
- I just wasn't sure.
- Stop tricking me!
- Well it sounds like every commercial for
Tide or something.
- (yells)
- Oh god, no, we can't let it burn!
Fuck, the plates! Fuck! I need that plate.
Don't fuck with that plate.
Fuck, I need more plates.
I fucked up dude, I'm a fucking moron.
- Where are the plates?
Where are the plates?
- Oh, they're over there,
I need to wash 'em.
Nice- No, don't fucking let the rice burn!
Use those rice, use those rice.
- Cucumbey.
- Oh god. Oh god!
I'll cook the shrimp, don't
worry about it, you make
the fucking sushi, man.
- Yes sir, yes sir. Right away, sir.
- Oh god. Oh god.
(both yelling)
- I need this plate, I need
to deliver some shrimp.
- I need some, I need some rice!
- Talk to me, what do
you need? Need more rice?
- Hey, we need some rice and a fish.
- All right, I'm putting rice on a plate.
Here Joe.
- Put it on this plate.
- No.
Now I need more rice, I
need to cook more rice!
Do you understand?
(joyful instrumental music)
- [Joe] ♪ So good at the
game, so good at the game. ♪
♪ We're so damn good at the
game. We're good at this game. ♪
- Don't let the pasta burn, Joe!
- We're so fucking good at this job!
(joyous instrumental music)
- Here, keep doing that,
I'm gonna go get water.
Joe's gonna dance for you
guys. Dance interstitial.
(music speeds up)
Better be dancing still!
- [Joe] I'm dancing, baby.
(music speeds up)
Please stop dancing.
Time's almost out.
- What? What?! Oh shit! I fucked it.
Hold on, I fucked it, I
fucked it, I fucked it, I
fucked it, I fucked it.
- Don't fuck it, don't
fuck it, don't fuck it.
- I fucked it, I fucked it, I fucked it.
(ticking sounds)
(ticking sounds turn into
upbeat gibberish singing)
- No!
- No, no, it's okay. Ooh, I-
Ooh, we did not do good.
- Fuck, I'm over, ah I'm over, oh no!
- Oh, oh. You got time. You got time.
- Okay, but...
- You got time.
- But do you see?!
- You got time.
- [Steve] But look! Joe...
I did it, I did it, I did it.
I did it, I did it. I did it.
- No!
- [Steve] I did it.
- No!
No!
Oh, we did it. Ah! Ah!
(joyful instrumental music)
(laughing)
(lively music)
- Man, if I would've, oh... god.
I totally failed at the end there.
We did it. We did it.
- Oh, god. Joe, I-
(deep sigh)
