The broker, Pam (played by the always hilarious Amy Sedaris), is a mess - she parks her Smart Car on the sidewalk, wears a neck brace, spills important paperwork all over the street, and her first words to Abbi are “Don’t shake my hand, it was just down my pants.” She’s a terrible but fully realized character, volunteering information you never want to know, like the dolls she makes out of human hair or the fact that she has “18 stitches in my Susie.” She’s also a terrible broker. The thing about Bevers is that he doesn’t even live there, so when Abbi comes home to find him jerking off to Julianna Marguiles with some body butter in the communal space, she rightfully freaks out despite the fact that he “wasn’t even touching wiener yet” and was “still just doing butt stuff!” Everything is tainted, and Abbi has money now, so she calls a broker and prepares to bounce. Ilana does her best Nicki Minaj, and Abbi, true to dorky, endearing form, went full-on Supa Dupa Fly Missy Elliot, with the giant blow-up suit and everything, as they danced and threw money around the bank in a slo-mo frenzy, all to the soundtrack of Drake’s “Started From the Bottom.” I’ve watched this series three times, but I’ve probably watched this scene 300 times - it’s so incredibly funny and, if you were broke in your 20s, full of the exact kind of hysteria you feel when you get any amount of money that’s not already earmarked for rent, bills, and replacing whatever your roommate broke or ate that week. In one of the best opening sequences of this entire series, we dip into one of Abbi’s daydreams as she goes to the bank to deposit a check for “eight fucking thousand dollars,” thanks to some illustrations she sold for a new dating website.
It’s hard to know when is the best time to get your own apartment, and if you live in an expensive city, it’s sometimes impossible, but I’m pretty sure a squatter masturbating on your couch would be the final straw for anyone.īevers popped up like a bad dream after Abbi had a particularly inspiring morning. Everyone has a breaking point, where living with other people is no longer a slumber party waiting to happen and is more of a why-does-this-motherfucker-keep-leaving-toast-sweat-on-the-counter-every-morning reason to leave.
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