Phil Hellmuth

I saw you. You're talking to the waitress, and the way you look at the waitress is not the way you're supposed to look at a waitress.

It is not how long I want to keep it going. It does end with a passionate lovemaking from a 12.30 to a 12.36 a.m. It's a full six minutes of a explosive, chaotic lovemaking.

We all go downstairs and we eat the leftover manigault. It's an incredible tradition in Italy. We fight for three hours and we make a love for four minutes and then we eat the old pasta. Get this thing back on track for a second.

I don't think we own YouTube. Okay.

Oh, Steve Jobs, you're my best friend.

All right. All right. Will you help companies like ours sell podcasts, you know, be an audible? So if we wanted to sell a podcast through your service, would you help us do the fulfillment?

Same email I always send it to you? Yep.

Do you think that matters?

I'm manifesting.

Just so you know, tonight is a murderer's row and Hellmuth is flying back. You saw the line of it.

Rain Man, David Sachs.