The next time Ray is in his get rich class, some old guy is talking about his idea -- he's going to market his great advice. So this guy doesn't have a marketable talent is what he's saying. Tanya is next. She says that she's a poet and she values words more than others -- others who might be casually cruel with their words (she looks at Ray when she says this). Her idea though is to put poems inside of bread; sort of like a fortune cookie. Lyric Bread. Ray shakes his head like it's the dumbest thing he's ever heard. The instructor calls it "Food for the body, food for the soul." He asks the class how they feel about Tanya's idea and Ray says that she might want to consider laminating the poems, though no one would want the taste of plastic in their mouth. The class applauds though and Tanya sits down while shooting a Ray a dirty look.
Next, it's Ray's turn. He says that he's not in the mood to pitch, but the instructor pushes him. He says that he has a big dick. He's not smart or talented and doesn't know how to market his big dick. He lists the many shitty things that have happened to him -- his big dick is all he's got. But, that was a fantasy on top of a flashback. He actually said that he liked classic cars.
But, that was the spark. Later, he bought a pre-paid cell phone and a box of condoms. He puts an ad in the back pages of The Detroit Examiner. And, he pays extra to put a picture of his man parts on the online edition. He's holding the camera horizontally for the first attempt, but retakes it with the camera in a vertical position. Yowzer.