- Goddamn! - TOMMY ON TAPE: Hey, gorgeous.
This is so...
private.
It's like we're seeing something
we're not supposed to be seeing.
I know.
PAM: Oh, my God! Look at my fucking husband.
Look at my beautiful husband.
Which is kind of what makes it so fucking hot.
I love you so much.
I know.
(PAM GIGGLING)
I mean, if this thing ever got out.
PAM: Tommy? TOMMY: Yes.
PAM: When you gonna get me preggo?
TOMMY: I'm trying.
PAM: Oh, my God. I'm one lucky camper.
(TURNS OF TAPE)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
I want in.
I know everybody in this business.
All the major distributors.
I can really help you go big with this thing.
You do want to go big with this thing, right?
Yes, I do.
Bless this videotape that you've chosen to put into my hand,
may it be an instrument of justice.
Delivering richly deserved comeuppance
to those who have acted like assholes.
Refusing to pay for services rendered, keeping tools that do not...
belong to them.
And just, in general,
treating decent people with a total lack of respect.
May you knock these fuckers down a peg.
Teaching them a much-deserved lesson in humility.
And may you,
in the process,
deliver great financial reward
to those they have wronged.
Like a shit load of money.
Namaste.
Let's do this.
TOMMY: I love you, lover.
Goddamn it, you're ripped.
I mean, you get the gist.
Fuck.
Every dude on the planet
is gonna wanna to jack off to this.
Trust me.
I can't stop.
What's the matter?
Well, no offense,
but I have to ask a question.
Yeah, of course.
Why you?
Why us?
Why am I not hearing from them directly?
Why are you not hearing from them directly?
Well, that is because, uh, they're not specifically involved
in this venture per se.
Per se.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
So...
It's stolen?
- Stolen? - No.
No?
So you have releases?
No.
We don't have releases.
So it's stolen?
No.
That's just not the word I would use.
No? What would you say?
It was, uh... There was a seize-- It was seized.
There was seizure. I, uh, enacted a seizure...
from its original proprietors, in exchange for...
um, compentory damages.
Okay.
- Let me ask you something, Ron. - Rand.
When you walked in the building this morning,
did you happen to notice what it says at the tippy top?
Vivid Pictures.
It says Vivid Entertainment. That's the name of the company.
It's right on the sign.
I put that tape out there.
Tommy Lee, in a clown car of Century City lawyers,
can find me without so much as cracking open the Yellow Pages.
Do you seriously think that I would
invite that kind of shitstorm into my life?
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
So that's a pass?
You got signed releases?
No.
You guys got releases?
Get the fuck outta here!
MAN: I don't care how big his dick is.
I can't show it to anybody without releases. Fuck off!
But if you do happen to get the releases,
please, do come back here to Naughty Time Films.
No.
- (PUNCH LANDS) - RAND: Ow!
Fuck it. Damn it!
(GROANS)
- (TELEPHONE RINGS) - Oh, fuck.
(ON RECORDER) Hey, Rand. It's Erica.
Long time no see.
Listen, I'm wondering if you could come for the...
Hey. Hey. How's it going?
ERICA: Hi! You're there?
Yeah. No, sorry, I just walked through the front door.
Is this a bad time?
No, um, not at all. It's...
I just got home from a party
in the Hollywood Hills. That was awesome and...
Yeah, overall, I just had a long day of, you know, important meetings
about business things.
Okay, okay. Well, I'm sorry. I'll let you go.
(SPUTTERS) No, it's okay.
Seriously, I'm here for you, even after a long day, like...
the one I just described to you.
I just had a question. Feel free to say no.
Whatever you need. Go ahead.
Is there any chance you could come over?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- Hey. - Hi.
The building manager sent me about your sink.
Oh, great. Thank you.
Come on in. Come on in.
I'm Erica, by the way.
October 3rd?
Yes. Why?
You have the same birthday as Alvin Toffler.
I don't-- Who is that?
- Who's Alvin Toffler? - Yeah.
Only the world's foremost thinker in the field of futurism.
You're an inventor?
I am.
That is so cool.
What have you invented?
I'm working on something right now I'm very excited about.
What is it?
So imagine a microwave.
- Okay. - But for cold.
- Oh! - I know. (LAUGHS)
I know.
I mean, we have countless devices to make things hot in seconds.
- But not cold. - Until right now.
- Shit, man. That's genius. - Thank you.
Yeah, I mean, ice cubes, gazpacho.
I mean, the applications are virtually limitless.
Can I see it?
No.
It's not, you know,
it's still in its conceptual phase. But that's the hard part.
You know, having a vision for these things.
Then you just get some science nerd to actually execute it, but that's easy.
(CHUCKLES)
(RADIO PLAYING POP SONG)
- Oh, thank you. - Mm-hmm.
So, um, what about you?
- Me? - Yeah. What's, uh, what's your thing?
Oh, I'm...
I'm an actress.
(LAUGHS)
Really?
Um...
Sort of.
Sort of?
I mean, I want to be an actress.
Well, do you act in things?
Mmm...
I mean...
The kind of acting I do isn't like...
real acting.
All acting is real acting.
It's kind of adult.
(GULPS)
Like porn?
Yes.
(GASPS SOFTLY)
That's awesome.
I'm a little starstruck right now.
I don't know what to say. (LAUGHS)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- Oh, thank you so much. - No problem.
All right, Come on in.
Oh! There's your problem.
Your float-cup valve was not sealing.
It is so nice to have a man around the house.
I thought lesbians were supposed to be handy.
- I'm bi. - Bye, then.
What does she have that I don't have?
Don't even touch that.
Oh... So can you fix it?
See this crack?
- Yes. - This is why it's overflowing.
It's supposed to seal. And that's what triggers the fill to stop.
So I need to get a new one?
Unfortunately, yes.
Except, they don't make these anymore.
The new toilets, they don't use this style.
Oh, shit.
Luckily, you know...
I do have my sources, so I could do a little digging for you.
- Yeah? - Yeah. You know...
I'm pretty busy right now.
I got a lot of things going on, but I'll make some time.
Really, you wouldn't mind?
For you? No.
Thank you. Thank you so much, Rand.
Thank you so much.
Hi. I'm looking for a float-cup valve, the old plunger type,
- a Bemis 46 D, or... - What is it?
What do you call it?
RAND: Float-cup valve.
No.
I'm looking from the old plunger type, actually, like the Bemis 46 D.
We haven't had those for years.
Do you know anybody who might have that?
No.
Yeah, I'm looking for the old plunger type of float-cup valve,
like a Bemis 46 D.
An old float-cup valve for a toilet?
Do you have any old float-cup valves?
(WOMAN MOANING WITH PLEASURE ON TV)
Deputy.
You've been a bad little wench.
(DIAL-UP INTERNET CONNECTION)
(CONNECTION TONE)
RAND: Yeah. Do you guys carry those old float-cup valves?
- MAN ON PHONE: Like with the flip hinge? - Uh-huh.
Yeah, we got that.
- Really? - Yeah.
We've got a couple left.
Do you want me to hold some behind the register for you?
Oh. Actually, I'm in California.
California?
- Yeah, I found you guys on the Web. - Wow.
- You're the third one today. - Really?
Yeah. You will not believe how much business we got from that.
Really?
Oh, yeah.
It's my boss's idea. Kinda the technology geek.
Yeah, me, too. I've been on the Web for over a year now.
It's amazing what you can find on there.
Oh. Uh-huh.
Anyway, if I give you my credit card number
will you mail me the part?
Cool. Shoot.
Great. Um, so it's a Discover card.
The number's, um...
Hello?
I'm going to call you back.
(TIRES SCREECH)
Excuse me.
(WHISPERS) I got it.
What? A what site?
A website.
It's this thing on the computer. People will go to it.
They will order the tape directly from us.
Okay. And how does somebody find this?
They will find it on a search engine
like Yahoo or AltaVista.
Mm-hmm.
And how?
But how?
But how did they know to search for the tape
if they don't even know it exists.
They don't have to know.
And that is the beauty of the Web.
It's like this, man.
It's like this.
You're on your computer and you go on the search engine
and you just type what you want to see.
Okay? Pam Anderson. Tits.
Pam Anderson's tits.
- And up we pop. - Mmm...
I don't get it.
You don't have to get it.
I get it and so do 30 million other people.
30 million?
That's how many are on the Web worldwide right now.
And we could reach every single one of them.
How are you gonna-- This is gonna cost a fortune.
It is free.
The World Wide Web is free.
- We still need money, though. - Yeah.
- Manufacturers, shipment... - We do.
We need an investor, but that's just any asshole with deep pockets.
I know people like that.
(SOFT MEDITATION MUSIC PLAYING)
Thus, we ask unto the universe...
in our insignificance...
to bless us with the body and soul of a child.
In Jati,
the physical birth.
In Jati,
the physical birth, so that we may take part
in samsara.
The great cycle of life.
Okay.
(TOMMY SIGHS)
Tom...
Oh!
I don't--
I am doing something wrong.
Babe, you're not doing anything wrong.
We just started.
Mmm.
And ain't it fun trying?
(BOTH CHUCKLE GLEEFULLY)
Hey, come on.
- (PAM SQUEALS, GIGGLES) - Hey, come on you, dirty girl.
Someone needed my dick.
No. Wait. Babe, I can't right now.
I can't.
It's my big monolog.
That's right.
It's tomorrow.
Spare me that BS about you not hurting anybody but yourself.
Because, you know what?
I'm not buying it. And neither is your daughter.
You think she's too young to know what's going on?
You think you're hiding it from her?
Well, let me tell you, she may not see the junk
going up your nose, but she can feel it.
She can feel it every time you hold her and you're someplace else.
Every time you're not there to tuck her in at night
'cause you're out partying at some dance club.
And you know what, unlike the harm those drugs do to your body,
the harm they do to that little girl will last the rest of her life.
So don't tell me you're only hurting yourself.
Because if you believe that, you're even higher than I thought.
Now hand over the bag.
Holy fuck!
You know... I don't know... Was that okay?
Okay?
That was incredible.
Really?
Oh, my God.
I was scared.
Oh, my God.
You know, I've been rehearsing the shit out of it.
It's the first time I've been given more than two lines in a row this season.
I am so proud of you.
They're not even gonna know what hit 'em.
I should get to bed.
- No, no. - It's not even 8:00.
- No. I know, I know. - Come on.
- I want to be rested and fresh. - Baby!
The camera's finally going to be on my face for a change.
Night.
(ALARM BEEPING)
Sorry, baby.
(SIGHS)
WOMAN ON RADIO: Keeping the party going
with another 30 minutes of commercial-free music
right here on L.A.'s home of the hits, 102.7.
So nervous.
Looks good.
Yeah, it's fine.
(POP MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Oh, my God, this song is so good. Turn it up.
Thank you.
(ALL LAUGHING)
MAN: New script, Ms. Anderson.
Thanks.
It shakes. Yeah, I like it.
I think it really lends an element...
- Hey, guys. - Hey.
- Pamela, did you get the new pages? - I did.
That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about.
- Oh, what's up? - My monologue...
It's cut.
Yeah.
Now it's just me, you know,
running out into the water and fishing out a bag of drugs.
Yeah, we just felt it was more powerful that way.
Yeah, it's so kinetic.
You know, you're running, charging into the water...
Yes, but the whole point was, you know...
that when I talk to you about this stuff, that's...
that's the moment she finally realizes the consequences of her--
We just thought it was stronger.
Wordless.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, sure.
You're such a pro.
Yeah.
Yeah, I think if we move that...
I'm so over it.
You're almost done.
It's your last season.
- Maybe. - Pammy, definitely.
Listen, the second that Barb Wire comes out...
Yeah, well, it has to be a hit.
Of course it's going to be a hit.
When have you ever failed at anything your entire life?
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
(DRUMS BEATING)
(GRUNTS LOUDLY)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTING LOUDLY)
WOMAN ON TV: ...hundred-percent organic...
It's not. My goodness, wait.
COMMENTATOR: Moving back and out goes...
WOMAN: ...baby, college, retirement...
MAN: ...got all the hottest SUVs...
Mötley Crüe ruled the rock 'n' roll airwaves
in the 1980s. With a string of platinum selling albums,
the LA bad boys were the undisputed kings of rock.
But with a new decade, a new rock sound
came roaring out of Seattle. Led by Nirvana's "Nevermind,"
grunge swept the spandex and hairspray off of the Sunset Strip,
and off of the sales charts.
By 1994, Mötley Crüe had hit rock bottom...
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Yes!
Oh, my baby!
Oh, baby!
- Are you hungry? - Yes.
- (TOMMY ROARING) - (PAM GIGGLING)
- Okay, you ready? - Yes.
Close your eyes, close your eyes.
One. Two. Three
(SPEAKING GREEK)
(PAM GASPS)
- Baby! - Welcome!
God!
- (GASPS) Oh, my God! - I have prepared for you
the traditional cuisine of my people.
- When did you do this? - This is dolmades.
Stuffed grape leaves...
Hold on.
Oh, my God.
Spanakopita. Ooh-ah!
Which is like spinach pie.
Melitzanosalata.
An eggplant dip.
And the crown jewel...
(BOTH SHRIEK)
Careful, baby.
The moussaka.
(SPUTTERING LAUGH) What is it?
I ain't even going to say, but that shit's straight up praise.
Let me try, let me try it.
- Oh, my God. - Right?
Oh, my God.
Oh!
- (GREEK SONG PLAYS ON STEREO) - (SINGING ALONG IN GREEK)
Melina Mercourie.
My mom played her constantly.
What's her name?
Your mom.
Vassiliki, but everyone called her Voula.
Voula.
Is your dad Greek, too?
Minnesotan.
What?
- He's from Minnesota? - Yep.
They met when he was overseas in the military.
You're full of surprises. (CHUCKLES)
And what's your dad's name?
David.
David Oliver Bass.
- Not Lee? - Lee is my middle name.
- Huh. Really? - Thomas Lee Bass.
That's my birth name.
I had no idea.
So...
How is your day?
What?
(SIGHS AND LAUGHS)
They cut my monologue.
- What? - Yes.
They said it was...
They said it was stronger wordless.
Wait.
It's not a big deal. Happens all the time.
This is so good.
- That was your big scene. - I know.
You practiced the shit out of it.
- You were so fucking psyched for it. - I know.
Fuck!
Sorry.
I... I don't know.
You're doing it.
No. Come on.
Fuck that.
You're doing it.
(WHISPERS) You're about to be the biggest movie star in the world.
You go in there tomorrow and you tell 'em
you're doing that scene or you fucking walk.
God. I wish I could be more like you.
Everything is so clear.
It can be.
You just have to decide to see shit that way.
I love you.
I love you more.
Mm-mmm. Not possible.
RAND: Who is this guy again?
Butchie Peraino.
He produced Deep Throat, bankrolled it entirely.
- Deep Throat? - Yeah.
Wow.
Please be cool.
Let us carpe that diem.
Uh, maybe don't talk during this one.
- What if I have something to say? - Say it yourself. In your mind.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Hello there, Butchie.
Call me Mr. Peraino.
I'm really sorry.
Barone's.
This is the last place I saw my kid.
So what can I do for you guys?
Thank you.
(CLEARS THROAT) Well, we have recently
come into possession of a piece of material.
Spit it out. I'm a busy guy, you know?
Sure, sure. This is something we feel has
huge commercial potential, something that just happens
to fall within your wheelhouse.
It is a highly salacious, highly explicit home video.
In which...
two very famous people fuck each other's lights out.
Yeah, okay, uh, not interested.
What?
Don't you want to know who the famous people are?
I mean, if you're so excited about it, just fucking tell me, who are they?
It's Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson.
- The Baywatch? - Yeah, the Baywatch.
- Yeah, man. - Fucking, sucking.
You see everything.
- There's a boat. - Still not interested.
No, I understand. Thing's around for years. The Stallone stag flick.
Brando sucking off a guy, Rob Lowe.
I even heard about a Peggy Lee one. You don't make shit off of these things.
Put it in the theater, cops are there same day.
Put it in an adult bookstore,
you get raided. More cops, lawyers. You get sued into the ground.
You don't make a dime. Guys,
nobody is ever getting rich off a celebrity sex tape.
Okay? That's it.
MILTIE: Okay.
Well, I believe that is a pass.
RAND: Wait.
What if we sold it somewhere that nobody could ever find us.
Have you heard of the World Wide Web?
The computer thing?
Yeah, exactly.
It's a perfect black market.
You can sell anything on there. Nunchucks, anthrax.
A sex tape.
No one can find you.
How is that possible?
So you know when you see an ad for something on TV
and you send a check to who knows where and then
you get the thing in the mail.
That's what the internet is like, except it has total anonymity.
It's untraceable. There is no place for cops and lawyers to go to.
My name wouldn't be attached in any way?
Your name, my name, nobody's name.
(SLAPS TABLE)
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
How much you guys looking for?
50 grand.
Okay.
- Yeah? - With certain terms.
Those being...
On a 50k loan, it's a 10% vig,
due in 30 days compounded weekly thereafter.
But more importantly than that,
on your little tape here,
I get 15% the gross
off the top, and I will not negotiate.
Could you just give us a moment, please?
You said he's a movie producer.
You didn't say he's a fucking Mafia loan shark.
What do you think a producer is? They loan money.
If something goes wrong,
I don't want to end up in the LA river, man.
Nobody's getting dumped in the LA river.
Besides, if anybody does, it's gonna be me.
- Why is it going to be you? - Because I'm the money guy.
- You are? - I'm finance.
You are operations, shipping, inventory.
When did we decide that?
You think you should be in charge of the money?
I'm the one who knows the cashflow and the balance sheets.
Would you like to be the point person with Butchie Peraino?
I didn't think so.
You just worry about getting the tapes out.
All right? Leave the rest up to me.
Hey!
You got yourself a deal.
Have Stu punch in a drop.
Stu, can you punch in a drop?
That's great!
That's great.
Drop more wedgie, please, Katie.
No, too much. They'll flag it.
A little less ass cheek.
It's perfect!
Action.
Cut.
MAN: Cut! Cut!
Let's get one more for safety.
Get one more. Back to one, everybody.
MAN: All right, we cut.
MAN 2: Back to one!
- Background. - Another one.
Hey, guys.
Hey, Pammy. What's up?
Um, well, I know after this shot, we're doing a company move.
But you know what, before we move, I just really want to, quick,
get that monologue from yesterday. You know the one...
I think we'll really like having it as an option in post.
Well, even if I wanted, the actress isn't here today.
No, it's no problem, you know, just shoot my side,
and you can cheat hers with the close up from the arrest scene.
Yeah. If you shoot me from left the sight line will match up perfectly.
Cameras are all set up, I'm in the same wardrobe, always am.
And, you know, I got the whole thing memorized,
I can nail it in two takes.
I'll be in my trailer, you can just call me when you're ready.
WOMAN OVER PA: Attention all passengers, Flight 1152 to Montreal...
("WHAT'S IT GONNA BE" PLAYING)
Hey, heard you have a lot of VCRs.
I have a wall full of them at the dry cleaners.
Great.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Hello, Danielle. Is Erica home?
DANIELLE: Uh...
ERICA: Who is it?
DANIELLE: It's Rand.
Kind of.
ERICA: Rand?
- Rand, what are you doing? - Erica.
I have a question for you.
What?
Will you...
Jesus, Rand.
...do me the honor, please...
- What the fuck are you doing? - ...of making me the happiest...
plumber!
- In the 818 area code. - Oh, my gosh.
I gotcha!
- Of course, I found it. - He found the toilet thing.
- I scared the shit out of you. - Thanks, Rand.
- That was funny. - That was a good one. I'm not crazy.
I don't need to ask you to marry me, we're already married.
Just 'cause you need to get 5 grand to get a divorce.
It's 8 grand. So... Ha, ha.
So just because we're not together doesn't mean we can't go out to dinner.
Well, dinner?
I want to take you out to dinner as a thank you.
As a thank you for what?
For your toilet overflowing. It actually sent me on the righteous path
that I'm currently walking.
And what path is that?
Well, I could tell you, and I would love to,
um, but right after I do, I would have to kill her
because I don't trust her with this information.
Highly sensitive.
No one will miss her, though. I'm cool with it. Honestly.
What do you say?
Sure.
(ROCK 'N' ROLL SONG PLAYING)
Thank you so much.
(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)
Is this really your treat?
The world is your oyster, madame.
Huh.
So you gonna tell me what this is about?
My glorious path.
- No. - No?
I'm dying to, but it just wouldn't be wise to.
What I'll say is
I'm finally fulfilling my promise.
This isn't the "microwave, but for cold."
(CHUCKLES SHEEPISHLY)
Forgot about that.
That one's going to be the big one.
- Well, this is the big one. - Hmm.
My time has come, Erica. All the...
you know, the false starts, dead ends...
It's been leading up to this.
Are you gonna just keep talking about this
until I ask you what it is again?
Is that the game here?
Huh. All right.
Won't bring it up again. Gonna drop it.
But...
in the celebrity chicken section,
there will be a Chicken Rand Gauthier. Just know that.
And maybe a shrimp dish.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- You know what, though? - Hmm.
I'm feeling very secure in my masculinity.
I think more than I ever have.
It's a like I'm coming into my own.
But honestly, don't ask. I can't--
No, don't-- (FLAPS LIPS) I'm not going to ask you.
- I'm not going to ask-- - Good. I won't tell you.
- I know you won't. - It's a moot point.
- Moot point. - Just know.
- I do. - Okay.
But I do want to say that whatever it is
that's got you feeling this way,
I am so happy to see it.
Get used to it.
That was nice.
(MOANING IN PLEASURE ON TAPE)
(SHRIEKING)
MAN: Cut.
Fucking great.
Moving on.
Did I do okay?
- Okay? - Yeah.
That was incredible.
- Really? - Yeah.
Okay. So it turns out
that our brave sheriff has a bartending gig at Barone's
he can't get out of, so we'll have another character,
the sheriff's deputy, come in for the anal.
- Who's doing it? - Leon.
Huh! Mmm.
No way that thing's going in my ass.
Okay, he's the best I could do on short notice.
I don't have a lot of small penises in my rolodex.
Baby.
What?
(MOANING SOFTLY)
Stop smiling.
It's a fucking dungeon.
(EXHALES)
GAIL: Pamela.
- Hi. - Gail.
- Oh, hey. How's it going? - So nice to meet you.
- Come with me. - You, too. Thank you so much.
God, I'm so excited.
Not half as excited as the studio.
It's the number one priority for spring.
Oh. That's great.
Normally they have me on three, four at a time,
but for the next few months, I am 24/7 Barb Wire.
That's amazing.
So what's the plan?
The plan?
The plan is...
all out media blitz.
TV, print, radio, cover stories, morning shows,
the whole schmear. Do you want some water?
- Something to drink? - This is amazing.
Yes, thank you.
Have a seat.
God...
Ooh. I'm nervous.
Oh, please, don't be.
- Here you go. - Thank you so much.
So, every time I have a kickoff meeting
with someone, I like to start by talking story.
Story?
As in, what is the story you want to tell?
I...
Every good PR campaign has a core central narrative.
Right.
Redemption, resurrection, reinvention,
self-reflection, survival, love.
(LAUGHS) That's a lot of stories.
When you look at other people's careers, who do you look to?
Oh, you mean who do I admire?
Who are your role models?
Who do you aspire to take after?
Oh. Yeah, that's a good question.
Um, I guess I would have to say... (EXHALES) Jane Fonda.
Tell me.
Well,
you know,
well, when she first started out, she was just this girl next door.
And, you know, then she did Barbarella, and she became this
huge sex symbol.
You know?
And then she turned around
and she started doing all these serious Oscar roles, you know.
And then, also the activism. She was going to protests,
she was getting arrested. And then in the '80s, she just turns around,
she just builds this whole fitness empire. (CHUCKLES)
I mean, yes, she was all these different things.
She was all these totally opposite things all at once.
She was...
She was protesting Vietnam, and selling workout tapes.
She was being a feminist and a sex object.
People gave her so much shit for it. "How could you do that?
"You're such a hypocrite." But she didn't care.
She didn't give shit what people thought of her.
That... That's probably the most amazing thing about her.
You know, she didn't worry what people thought.
She never tried to please anybody.
She was just like, "You know what, I am this badass sex bomb,
"anti-war, workout-video-selling actress chick,
"and if you got a problem with it, fuck you."
(SIGHS) What's cooler than that?
That is a great narrative.
Freedom.
Hmm.
Is that how you feel,
like you have to please people?
It's all I do.
("MAKE YOUR OWN KIND OF MUSIC" PLAYING)
(SCREAMS)
Holy shit.
Fuck.
Life is fucking good.