“Stan: Uh, excuse me, are you Francine's boss? Man: Yes. Stan: (Into wrist communicator) Go! Go! Go! You're all under arrest. Man: For what? Stan: Possession of cocaine donuts. Man: Those are powdered sugar. Stan: Put it in a rap song, jailbird. This office is permanently closed. Man: What are you saying? Stan: I'm saying you're fired. Donald Trump: (Clearing throat) Stan: Oh, for God's sake. Somebody pay Mr. Trump.”
