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Clips from Inside Job - Sex Machina (S01E01)

Short Films 2021 Season 1, Episode 4 582 clips

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[laughing] And one thing led to another,
[gasps] Oh my God,
Huh, "Mold diggers swipe left."
Power is attracted to me, honey.
[groans] Yes, sir.
[laughs] …so I guess it's incredibly personal.
When she said "boyfriend,"
-[shutter clicks] -There. See?
[Myc] Subtle.
[electronic music playing]
And, uh, if I told you, you'd have to die.
-I was just leaving. -[sighs]
Oh shit.
-[suspenseful music playing] -[grunts]
What am I? Wait, don't tell me.
Then there's the face.
-[dramatic music plays] -[Glenn] A goddamn zero?
[crowd chattering]
I bet if you had to live a week with this mug,
[both] We'll take that action!
I've been rejected by almost every man in DC.
I can't give my coworkers the satisfaction
of watching me fail out of the gene pool.
First man to ask for their face back loses.
This is gonna take a lot of anesthetic.
[inhales deeply]
[beeping rapidly]
[scary music plays]
so he'll have nothing to compare your house to.
Enter the Reagan Dome! No, not that.
-[screams] Oh my God. Am I dead? -[Reagan] No.
Awareness down, reactivity down,
But what do I know?
Yeah, it's a fucking hole in your head.
[shutter clicks]
Nice.
We need to leave.
Reagan?
[in normal voice] Well, I'll be seeing you.
God, maybe everybody's right.
Sorry, sir, you can't shop here.
Hot dog! Could this day get any better?
[whimpers]
I'll have a nonfat, triple-foam tapiocchiato.
How could you say no to a smile like this?
-Hey-o, bitches! -[glitches] Hey.
-Let's watch Planet Earth. -[tablet beeps]
-[beeping] -[electricity fizzling]
Brett Hand speaking. How may you help me?
Say no more, kid.
-[door squeaks] -[objects clatter]
I visit Julian Assange for two days,
Oh God, I gotta get some work done.
Is this what my life is now?
Marathoning epic fail videos with Brian-bot?
I'll text the real Bryan right now.
and it answers a lot of lingering questions.
No, you're right. I'm sorry.
Hello, Reagan.
Right here, babe-a-rino. [grunts]
[Reagan grunts]
Yeah, it's called texting back, Einstein.
Great, I'll send you an invite to the wedding
[muffled EDM music playing]
No, we're at capacity, mate.
[groans]
[Myc] Holy shit.
You really mean that?
Uh, I am going to find the bathroom.
The crazy impostor girl?
Yes, that was her.
Don't worry, just stay here.
Reagan. You didn't think I'd think you'd come?
Are we really fighting over a boy?
Oh, right. Quick, talk about something else.
[both grunting]
-[grunts] -Ow! [winces]
-[whirring] -Hey, is that from my stand mixer?
[grunts]
But my weaknesses are your weaknesses too,
[yelling in slo-mo]
I've taught you everything I could.
Let's get out of here.
Listen, I should have done this earlier,
You know what? It's okay.
-Dolores, I'm here to listen. -Good.
Dark, erotic things.
a great night for America.