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Clips from Workaholics - High Art (S03E03)

TV Series 2011 –2017 Season 3, Episode 16 22 min ★ 8.1/10 (59,513 ratings) 572 clips

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Oh.
- What the "fug"? - Hey.
What's up?
- What the hell is that? - Yeah.
This is art, dude. Duh.
Okay, you see the Wall Street dude
He represents Wall Street dudes sucking.
Why is he sucking in our yard, though?
Oh, Blake said we could.
but this is... this is cool.
That would've been cool.
that we're going to.
I want all of this art taken down.
You don't take art down. Art takes you down.
That's right.
I don't understand a word he said.
I thought you said they'd get it.
They do, sir. They absolutely get it.
He let me into his street-art collective,
Ask anybody at The Alley.
Will you help me take this down?
I'm about to get savage.
I would love to destroy this. I hate this kid.
I don't know why, but I fucking hate you, dude.
Screw with my art, see what happens.
- What did he say? - Uh-oh.
Okay, you comin' at me?
I will come at you.
Man versus child, here we go.
- Okay. - Oh!
Whoo, that's kind of cool.
Yeah, you know, we dipped it in gasoline,
and they're just, they got to...
- Oh! - Oh, jeez!
That's dangerous.
Oh... a burning cross on my lawn.
I'm not a KKK guy, but that looks magnificent.
♪ I'm fresh ♪
♪ You gotta, you gotta, you gotta ♪
♪ You gotta be fresh ♪
Mm, I would say four or none at all.
Good call, none at all.
Beez, let's do this.
I've got it.
I've got our million-dollar idea.
- All right. - Mm.
What does every U.S. citizen hate?
- Peppermint patties. - I like those.
No, no, no.
They hate seeing the flag get burned. Yeah!
So I invented the unburnable American flag.
Boom! Blake.
It doesn't burn. I tried it out.
Are you kidding me?
This is the guy who sold his tanning company
for 6 million bucks.
Yeah, and he buys people's awesome ideas,
and then he transforms those idea people
into super-rich dudes with super-hard hair.
Hence the hair.
We're talking about Patrick Fartman.
Do wanksters open their own nightclubs?
- They don't. - They don't, all right?
So please get dressed.
We're verging on... on fashionably late.
Okay, I am dressed.
I'm not the one with my tits hanging out.
That's stupid, dude.
I have so many more better ideas than you do,
right now in the old noggin,
uh, soap on a chain.
- Boom. - All-M&M trail mix.
Bam.
A shirt that doubles as a cool hat.
We can call it a "shat."
It's crazy.
- That's a really good idea. - Wow!
Oh, damn!
I ain't seen these nizzles since college.
What's Gucci, my nizzles?
- It's... our lives are so Gucci. - Yeah.
It's cool. It's cool. Pleasure to see you.
What's up? Long time, no smell, Fartman.
Ha ha! You know what?
Actually, nobody calls me Fartman anymore.
My name's Patrick.
But, my nizzles, y'all can call me "Trick."
- Hey, Trick. - Trick daddy.
Hey, bro.
What's that behind your ear?
- Nothing. - Whoop.
That's tanfastic... my self-tanning cream.
- Whoa! - How'd you do that?
Cool. Thank you.
- Yeah, you got it. - Appreciate it.
Dare I say it smells tan-amazing.
All right, so, uh, where's the bar?
Ha ha! Same old Blake.
Bar's right in here.
Mostly it's the shorts and the tank top,
and also the hair, I would say, is an issue.
Oh, of course. I know, man.
It's attacking everybody! Run! Run!
Okay, chill. Look, I get it, man.
I'm punk rock too, dude.