Original subtitles

[Samir] Can you turn down the photo of my grandpa, please?

[Billie] Yep.

Boys and girls of Bayside, Queens, welcome to acid night.

-Thank you. -Here we go.

Tonight, we will be watching Avatar: The Last Airbender.

-[gasps] -Oh!

Synced up with Green Day's album Warning, because together they time out

perfectly to tell the story of the human condition.

-So true. -Totally.

Now, it is very important before dropping acid to set an intention.

For instance, my intention tonight is to see beauty in the mundane.

-Oh... [muttering] -And if there is time,

see my mother as more of a person and less of a symbol. Issa.

My intention is to understand the stock market once and for all.

-Billie. -Uh, okay.

I am hoping to finally process my parents' divorce.

Oh. From 14 years ago?

I didn't have time back then. Model UN was all or nothing.

-Mmm. -My intention is just to enjoy.

-Oh. -And to convince Samir to do acid with us.

-No. No. I-- -Yes. Could you, please?

Because again, Samir, we do not need a trip sitter.

-No, I can't. I can't do acid. -[Anton] Why?

Because last time I did acid, a photograph was sent.

-[Paul] What? -He sent a dick pic.

-Okay. -To his aunt.

No!

-Dude! -It's fine.

The dick just happened to be in the background. It...

The dick just happened to be in the background. It... It was a feet pic, mostly.

It was a feet pic, mostly.

I'ma set the timer for you guys.

Okay. Hey, for 30 minutes, please.

-[Samir] Okay. -Timer, Samir, not cook time.

-I know. -[microwave starting]

-Shit. -[Paul] Okay.

Get ready for a night of clarity and bliss.

-Trip commences in T-minus 30. -[Issa] I'm so excited.

[Paul] Okay. Okay, okay. Ready?

-Okay, three, two, one. -One, two, three.

[♪♪ music starts]

[chittering, grunting]

Did anyone else just see that?

-Yep. -Yeah.

-Mm-hmm. -I saw it.

That was real. Mm-hmm.

Guys, listen up. Okay, in 27 minutes, we will be tripping balls,

and there cannot be a raccoon in this house.

-Okay? -Yeah.

-We will freak the fuck out. -I am freaking out.

-That's like acid-DEFCON 1. -[Issa] Totally.

Billie and I will start by retracing its steps.

And I think I saw it come in from over here.

-Go get it. -Okay, great.

-Go get it. -Okay, great. -Good luck, girls. -Okay.

-Good luck, girls. -Okay.

I'm gonna get the broom. Can you just watch my pie?

-I baked this. -And then...

You put on the pads and you go get him.

-[stammers] Sorry? No. -But you're the trip sitter.

-Dude, that's not what a trip sitter does. -We're high right now!

-We're all equally not high right now. -But soon.

I don't think it came in this way.

No, no, stop thinking about that. I lied.

-What? -About my intention.

I don't care about the stock market, and I never, ever will.

-Okay. -My real intention tonight is to...

[clears throat] ...have a talk with Paul Baker.

Oh. Oh, oh, like a...

-like a capital T-talk? -Yes, capital T.

-Helvetica Bold, yes. -Wait, why?

Because we're in a funk.

Every time we are alone together, it is so weird and, like, forced.

And I just thought we could do some acid together

and, like, really let our walls down, like we did on our trip to Maine.

-Wait, Maine, wasn't that when you-- -Pegged him? Yeah.

[chuckles] Walls down.

[Samir] And you guys want me to catch it. But then what?

-Raccoons have hands, you know? -[Paul] Yeah.

So, then it's just hand to hand. It's like best man wins--

Hey, hey, can I tell you something? I lied, okay?

My intention isn't to find beauty in the mundane.

That comes easy to me, okay? I wanna have a talk with Issa.

-What? -Yeah.

A talk about what?

Dude, things have just been off with us lately.

You know, and relationship talks, dude, I'm so bad at them.

I get, like, nervous and clammy. I end every sentence with "Yes, queen."

-That's bad. -I know it's bad.

It's horrible. It's outdated.

And so, I just thought the acid could, you know, put us at ease,

help us work through it.

-Yeah. Okay. -Mm-hmm.

-You think it'll be fine though, right? -Well, I mean, yeah, I hope so.

Dude, she's brought so much good to my life.

Queens, multivitamins.

And she brought me my little broman baby boy.

-Let's keep this between us, okay? -[Samir] Yeah.

-[Paul] Just until I talk to Issa. -[Samir stammers]

What are you two whispering about?

-The raccoon. -There's a racoon in the house, yeah.

-Mmm. -Oh, okay, good, smart.

'Cause if we whisper, it won't be able to hear our plan.

-[Paul] Yes. -[sighing] Okay.

-Okay, trip sitter, you're up. -Yes.

-Time to catch it. -No.

-[Anton] You wanted this. -No. Why do I-- No.

You said you were a trip sitter. Here we go.

Call animal control. There's a whole department for this.

No, Samy, I don't wanna be tripping in front of city officials.

Hey, guys, can I just... Can I say it?

I think we should just, you know... [grunts]

-[gasps] Uh-oh. -What?

-[gasps] Uh-oh. -What? Put it out of its misery.

Put it out of its misery.

-You know, Old Yeller. -[Billie] Oh, my God! No!

Never seen it, but no.

Oh, I'd feel so bad.

If we are gonna kill it,

we need to at least give it, like, one last amazing night.

-[racoon chittering] -[screaming] Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!

-No! No! -[Issa] I mean it.

-Go and kill it! -Samir, it's time.

-No! Fuck this! -[all clamoring]

What are you doing?

-[panting] Yeah. -[Issa] No!

-No! -No, no, no.

-Samir, don't do that. -This is all our problem now.

-Samir, don't do that. -This is all our problem now. -[Issa] Yeah, no! -Samir!

-[Issa] Yeah, no! -Samir!

Oh, my God.

Dude, that is, like, so much more than we took.

What?

[Billie] It goes in, boom, trapped.

Hmm, I just feel like we need a thicker heel.

[clears throat] Hey, uh, just between us, I think maybe we should

give Issa and Paul Baker some space tonight, you know?

Oh, for their talk.

What? How did you know Issa wants to have a talk?

Wait, Issa wants to have a talk too?

Paul Baker wants to have a talk?

-No. -Hmm?

Yes. No, no, no. What?

Oh, God, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, my God, this is so much worse than I thought.

-What? Why? -This is science camp all over again.

Oh, my... No, Billie. Stop, okay?

Your parents did not get divorced because you went to science camp.

Yes, they did, Samir. I was the glue, and then I went to make model rockets

in rural Pennsylvania, and when I got back, they were separated.

How is that like this?

'Cause I've been MIA. I've been MIA. I've been going on dates,

and I've been on the job hunt, and, apparently, I've left you guys clueless.

-[Anton] Hey, guys. -[shushes] Anton.

[clears throat]

Are you guys talking about me?

-No. No. -No.

I heard my name, so did I do something?

-No, I don't think we... No. I... -Did we say his name?

Well, you're all whispering, so just tell me, is it a bathroom thing?

No, could never be that.

You're perfect in the bathroom.

Okay. I'm leaving.

But I remain skeptical.

Okay, whatever we do, we cannot tell Anton, okay?

He has an insanely guilty conscience, and he will get involved.

No, obviously. Issa and Paul Baker are grown-ups.

-They're grown-ups! -And they can figure this out themselves.

Yes, no futzing.

-No. -Okay?

'Cause we are a group that historically has futzed.

Our futzing has sunk many a surprise party.

But we're not gonna futz.

-No. -Nope, not this time.

Not tonight.

No futzing.

Issa, hey.

-Dude. -Yeah?

Don't say I said anything, but Issa wants to talk to you.

Paul Baker actually wants to talk to you tonight.

-What? -She wants to talk with me?

-Yeah. -About what?

What could he possibly wanna talk about?

I'm making one last meal for the raccoon. Stay on track.

Do you think he's ending things?

No. D-Do you?

Oh, my God, wait, remember

-what Paul Baker said about the raccoon? -What?

How the right thing to do would be to put it out of its misery?

Billie, I'm the raccoon.

No.

Paul Baker is gonna put me out of my misery. Oh, my God.

Oh, he's breaking up with me.

Dude, what if this is bad?

Why is this happening?

Things just started going well for me. I have a girlfriend. I have a best friend.

-[sighs] -Yeah, I can't lose him.

He's, like... He's my whole routine.

-Like, he's, like... He's my-my thing. -[Billie] Issa.

Why can't things just stay... stay the way they are?

-Yeah. -Issa, stop, stop.

You are Issa fucking Damani.

Mm-hmm.

And you don't go down without a fight.

-Get my sex dress. -That's my girl.

-It's on my dresser. It's damp. -Okay. What?

Okay.

-Hey. -Hey.

-Hey. -Hey. -What's up? -Nothing.

-What's up? -Nothing.

Chilling.

-Did you futz? -What? No. No.

-No, we said no futzing. Did you futz? -No.

-Great. Love you. -Great. Love you.

And remember, don't tell Anton.

Hey, man.

I know what you're all whispering about.

-You do? -Mm-hmm.

I figured it out.

You think I let the raccoon in, don't you?

-Oh-- -But I didn't, Samir.

It was not me, okay? So you can all stop talking about it.

Okay. Yeah, we'll-we'll stop--

Okay. Yeah, we'll-we'll stop-- It was me. It was me.

It was me. It was me.

I let the raccoon in.

But I didn't know there were raccoons in the area.

-Like, what? -You're fine.

I knew that there were raccoons in the area.

I knew that. That's a fact that I knew. Okay?

-But I didn't leave food out. -Nobody said that you left food out.

I put my pie on the windowsill, and then I opened the window.

But it's not my fault, Samir. That's how you cool a pie.

-It was hot. -Hey, you're fine.

-You're okay. You're okay. -It's how you cool a pie.

I promise you're fine.

This raccoon is tearing us apart.

[gasps] Stop.

-When you freak out... -I'm not...

You-Your body tensed, and then I thought it was there.

-[Samir] Okay, well, I'm tense. -Anton, I'm using your pie as bait.

-[Samir] Okay, well, I'm tense. -Anton, I'm using your pie as bait. -What? No. -Sorry.

-What? No. -Sorry.

[Anton] You haven't even tried it.

[Samir] Anton, enough with the pie.

-[Anton] Is it up there? -[Samir] No, it's not up there.

-Hey. -Whoa.

-What's going on there? -I don't know.

Where'd you get all the jewelry?

-Oh, this? -Yeah.

I just happened upon it in Samir's mom's safe.

[Paul] Is that a locket with a baby photo of Samir?

-[Issa] That depends. Do you like it? -What? What?

-[hissing] -[gasps]

-Issa. Issa. Issa. -Issa. Issa. Issa!

-Not now. Not now! -What?

Look down. Down!

-[Paul] Anton? -[Anton] No, not at you. Down!

-[shrieks] -[chittering]

Oh, shit!

[shushing]

Guys, guys, guys, it's staring in my soul.

It's looking at me. It's looking inside of me.

Wait, I think it... I think it likes the shiny...

-Yeah. -What do I do? What do I do?

I think it likes your necklaces.

-Are you sure? -[Paul] Issa, Issa.

-Lure it. Lure it. Don't worry, he's... -[gasping] Oh.

[all clamoring]

Oh, okay.

-[Paul] You got this. -[Anton] Yes.

-Hey. -[chitters]

-[Anton] Good. -[Paul] Nice. Yes, yes!

[Anton] Great, yes!

-Good shake. Yeah. -Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Here you come, all the way out.

-Yeah, you do. Yeah, you do, big boy. -Yes!

Oh, it's working. That's great. Yes. Oh, my God! He's there.

-He's there. You got it! -[Paul] It's working. It's working.

-Issa, you're a genius. -Nice! Nice!

-Oh, my God. -You want me?

-Get back in! -You can't have me.

-Yes! -Oh. [sighing]

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

[laughs] I'm a sex symbol!

Aw. Thank you--

-[yelling] -It evolved! It evolved!

-[screams] -What the fuck is that?

-[chittering] -[Paul] Close the door.

-Oh, motherfucker! -No!

-[Paul] Fuck! -How did they all hear about this house?

What was that, man? She had her sex dress on.

She was trying to have sex with me. Why would she want to fuck me right now?

I don't know. I don't know, okay.

-[sighing] -People act out in emergencies.

She's scared. The raccoon's scared.

I-I don't even know how the possum's feeling.

Wait, uh, what was she saying before about the raccoon?

-Yeah. -How she wanted to give it

-one last big night? -Yeah.

Shit in hell, dude, she's breaking up with me.

-Yes. -No, no.

-No. -Samy, I'm the raccoon.

She wants to give me one last hurrah. It's a metaphor.

-No. -Yes.

Wow. What-What-What is going through her head?

She think I only care about sex?

Okay. Then-Then, hey, we reject the hurrah, right?

We slide the hurrah

-right back across the table. -You can do that?

We remind her that you want more than just sex.

We remind her that you want more than just sex. I do want more than just sex.

I do want more than just sex.

-Great. -I don't know how to say that to her, man.

That's the relationship shit I fucking suck at.

Okay, maybe, maybe, maybe you don't say anything.

-[sighs] -Maybe you just need a grand gesture.

Hmm. Yeah, I'll rip off fucking Love Actually,

and then she'll dump me for being corny.

-Yeah, dude. -Unless...

[both] She's never seen it.

Mmm!

Dude, you're so smart! You're so smart!

-[doorbell rings] -Okay. Okay.

-Issa. -[Issa] Yeah?

-Can you, um, get the door, please? -What? No. You get the door.

-But, please? -What?

-Issa, just get the door, like, what? -I... I always get the door.

Okay, well, I always build the traps, like...

-♪♪ Silent night... ♪♪ -Oh. [chuckles]

-♪♪ Silent night... ♪♪ -Oh. [chuckles] Why-- Why are you out-- Oh.

Why-- Why are you out-- Oh.

Why-- Why are you out-- Oh. [raccoon grunting]

[raccoon grunting]

[Anton] Oh, my God.

[gasps] There it is. Okay.

-Issa, who's at the door? -Um, it's animal control.

Great. Okay, bring 'em in. The raccoon's right here.

[Issa] "Things feel crazy right now."

I know. There's so many animals in the house.

Issa, what's taking so long? Bring them in.

Issa, he's looking directly at me.

-Let's go! -Why are you subtitled?

It's getting on the table. It's getting on the table.

Oh, it's going-- It's going to the pie. Eat the pie. Eat the pie.

It-It's flaky and-and yummy. I baked that. I baked that for you.

-Yes, I did. Buttery flaky crust. -[Billie] Get the basket.

-[Anton] You will love it. -[Billie] Get the...

[Anton] Eat the pie. Yes, it's crumbly and delicious.

-It's... What is it doing? -No.

-[Billie] No, don't eat that. No. -[Anton] Oh, God.

-What is it doing? It'll eat the acid. -No.

[Anton] It's eating the acid.

-No. No. No! -It is eating the acid!

Oh, my God.

Grab it! Grab it! Grab it.

-[racoon chittering] -[all screaming]

[screaming] Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

"I don't just want to have sex with you."

-[Samir] Oh, my God, it's chewing through! -What?

-[Samir] It's chewing through! -I can feel its heartbeat!

-[Billie screaming] -Oh, my God!

[all screaming]

[Anton] What do I do? What do I do? Its nails! I feel its nails!

-[sobs] What? -[Paul] No.

-[Anton] What the fuck? -[Paul] Iss. It's from a movie!

Issa, where is animal control?

I sent them home!

-What? [screaming] -Bear down.

-[Anton] Oh, I can feel its heartbeat! -Bear down, Anton.

-B-E-A-R or B-A-R? -B-A-R,

-B-E-A-R or B-A-R? -B-A-R, or... Fuck... B-R... Fuck.

or... Fuck... B-R... Fuck.

[Anton] Either way, I don't know what it means, Samir.

[grunts] I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just think it's crazy that I literally asked what "bear down" means

and people were just, like, yelling at me.

-I really thought you knew. -No, and I know most terms.

-Okay. I'm gonna get you tissues. -Yeah.

Like I minored in English lit, okay?

-Like, I'm really smart. -I know, I was there.

-[sobbing] -[door opens]

Aw.

-What happened? -[sniffles]

He dumped me.

-No. -On giant paper.

-He just doesn't wanna have sex with me. -[sighs]

Which is the meanest thing anyone has ever said to me.

Wait, Iss, did you read this?

-"I don't just wanna have sex with you." -[Issa crying]

-Please... Please, please. -No, Issa.

"I don't just want to have sex with you."

I don't think he's dumping you. I...

I think he's asking to open the relationship.

[sniffles]

Wait, what? [sniffles]

Wait, what? [sniffles] I mean it's not--

I mean it's not--

But why-why would he wanna have an open relationship.

[clears throat] The raccoon is in big trouble.

Did the raccoon explain its, uh, point of view?

Oh, the raccoon tried.

Yeah, but then the raccoon made it worse.

Oh. Dude, I don't know why the raccoon can't do anything right!

I got you tissues.

So am I the fucking raccoon or what?

-Oh, my God. What? -Whoa! No!

Then what the hell have you all been whispering about all night?

Oh, my God! Billie, Billie, you have to tell him.

-Just tell me. -He's losing his mind.

-Tell me. -Okay, fine.

Issa and Paul Baker each planned this whole night

so that they could have a...

talk.

Oh.

-Like a talk, talk? -Yeah.

-Is it bad? -I don't know. But look at me.

You cannot futz.

We've known all night and we've both resisted the urge to futz.

-Mm-hmm. -So, you should be like us.

I'm obviously not gonna futz, you guys. When have I futzed?

I'm not futzing.

[sighs] I'm just so tired. Do you know what I mean?

-I'm falling asleep. -Yeah.

I just want to be, like, snuggly watching

moms restocking their pantries on TikTok when the acid hits.

-That sounds nice, yeah. -Are you gonna be mad?

-No, no. -[Anton] Okay.

You go, we'll-we'll take care of the animals.

Okay. Thanks, guys.

-I love you. -Love you.

-Love you. -[Anton] Thanks for the tissues. [sighs]

Sorry.

[♪♪ upbeat music playing]

-Um, hi. Uh, can-can we talk real quick? -Yeah, what's up?

Are you and Issa okay?

Uh, yeah, why? What'd you hear?

Nothing. I heard nothing.

I'm just... I don't want you guys, like, rushing into any decisions.

-[stammers] Rushing to what decisions? -[Issa] Paul Baker?

I just don't want anything to be my fault.

It's not gonna be your fault. You're okay.

Oh, my God!

Okay, cool.

You don't just...

wanna have sex with me?

Yeah.

Great.

So do it then.

So do it then. -What? -I'm sorry, what? What?

-What? -I'm sorry, what? What?

Come on, it's clear that there is something going on with you guys.

It's fine.

I know.

So you guys can just like...

get it out of your systems.

Issa, we don't need to get it out of our systems.

-There's nothing in our systems. -[Issa] Okay, prove it.

Kiss.

I don't know what you want right now.

Issa, look at me. You're being crazy.

What? No, I'm not. You literally have done it before.

-Not a big deal. -This is weird.

-This isn't weird. You're being weird. -I don't think it's me.

-You're the one who barged in. -Like, if you would do it before then not.

-You're the one who barged in. -Like, if you would do it before then not. -Okay, fine. Guys, fine. Fine. -You're the one that walked in here--

-Okay, fine. Guys, fine. Fine. -You're the one that walked in here--

-Okay, can we talk now, please? -[Issa sighs]

Whoa!

We don't need to talk.

I just want to be a part of it.

Is this really what you want, Iss?

This isn't about me.

This is about you.

Okay, now, also me. Also... Yes.

Don't be mad.

I may have futzed a little.

-Samir. -I know.

-Okay, yeah, fine. I futzed too. -Billie.

What? Okay, look, if Paul Baker wanted to open the relationship,

-he should have just said so. -What?

I mean, I'm not sure that it's something she'll go for, but it's Issa,

-she won't-- -Wait. Wait. Wait.

Paul Baker does not want to open the relationship.

Why do you think that?

Uh, because of the giant card that he wrote her that said,

"I don't just want to have sex with you."

No. No, no, no, no.

It said, "I don't just want to have sex with you."

Yeah, that's what I said. I said, "I don't just want to have sex with you,"

meaning he wants to have sex with other people.

No, no. Oh, my God.

"I don't just want to have sex with you," meaning he wants more than just sex.

No. The emphasis was on the "you."

No, the emphasis was on the "just."

-Okay. -Okay.

[Issa, Paul moaning]

Now, you and me.

Us? Really?

-Mm-hmm. Mmm. -Mmm.

Get in here.

-Is that my lip gloss? -Shh. Be present.

[Anton] Yeah. Yeah.

-[Anton sighs] -Uh, Paul Baker, stop. [giggles]

Your nails. [giggles]

[Issa kissing, giggling]

-Hey, hey, guys. Whoa. Whoa. -Guys. Oh. Whoa, whoa.

[all screaming]

[hissing]

No! [screaming]

Oh, my God! I'm seeing this for the first time just now!

[all screaming]

[all screaming] [screaming] Window! Window!

[screaming] Window! Window!

-Get it out! -Close it. Close it. Close it.

Why do they all want me?

[screams]

[Paul exhales]

Why the fuck were you having a threesome on my bed?

Because she wanted to break up with me.

Paul Baker wants to open the relationship.

What? I don't wanna open the relationship.

I wasn't breaking up with you.

Why? [stammers]

-Yeah, uh, so we may have futzed. -We futzed.

Just a little bit.

Okay. Okay.

-We need to talk. -Yeah.

-Yeah. Should we sit? -[Samir] We do.

-I think it's best if-- -No.

We...

need to talk.

Yeah.

I mean, technically it was a foursome.

Can we not, please?

I'm just saying.

Why would I wanna be open?

Because we haven't been connecting

and we have to try, like, so hard anytime we're alone together and...

[Paul] Hmm.

Why did you think I wanted to break up with you?

[sighs] You've just seemed so unhappy lately.

Like you don't trust me.

'Cause we almost just fucked a giant rat thing

'cause we don't know how to have a conversation with each other.

All-All compelling reasons, yeah.

Yeah.

[both chuckling]

[door opens]

-[Issa clears throat] -Is everything okay?

Totally.

-We're breaking up. -No.

-What? -[Issa] Yes, yes. We are sad.

Yes, we're okay.

And most of all, it is our decision and nobody else's business.

[Samir] Mmm.

[Issa] Oh, my God!

-They wanna futz so bad. -Mmm.

Okay, you guys each get one question.

Go. Billie.

Is there anything I could have done to prevent this?

-No, this is not your fault... -No.

...nor is the fact that your dad fucked his secretary, Rhonda.

-See? -Thank you.

-Samy. -Does this mean Paul Baker's moving out?

That I don't know.

No.

-No? -No.

Thanks, Iss.

But I do think after tonight we should just not hook up with each other.

-Totally. -[Issa] Like within the group, right?

I mean this is crazy, so no more groupcest. [chuckles]

-[Anton clears throat] -Anton.

Was I the raccoon?

-No. -[all] I was the raccoon.

What? I thought... No, I know, I-I was the raccoon.

-Oh. We are so bad at this. -[chittering]

-[thuds] -Okay, okay.

-You guys, it's time. -[Paul] Yeah.

Let's put this thing out of its misery.

Yeah. [chuckles]

-Everyone grab a weapon. -It's go time.

[♪♪ upbeat music playing]

[Anton whispers] I don't have a weapon.

[Billie] Okay, find one. There's one on the ground. You can just grab one.

-[Anton] What? -[Billie] Grab one.

Hey, buddy, buddy.

-[racoon chittering] -Oh, oh.

[all gasp]

Wait, guys. Guys.

[chittering]

I think it's vibing out.

[chittering]

-Oh, it's definitely tripping. -It's tripping.

Okay, maybe we take the basket, right?

-Oh, oh, oh. Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Yeah, yeah. Right?

Hey, pal, hey. Okay. Hi.

-Hi! -Colors!

Ready? Ready?

[Paul, Anton] Three, two, one.

-Yep. Yep. -[Issa] Be careful. Careful.

-[Anton] Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. -It might be experiencing ego death.

-You got it? -I got it. I got it. I got it. I got it.

[Anton] Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay, okay. Oh. Oh. Don't bite me!

[whimpers]

[all cheering]

[Samir] Oh, my God.

[Issa] Oh, my God!

[all sigh]

Oh, my God.

All right.

[clicks]

[♪♪ "Church on Sunday" playing]

Oh, great.

We just got all the critters out and now there's a little old lady in the corner.

[microwave beeping]

Oh, okay.

Yeah, it hit.

♪♪ Today is the first day Of the rest of our lives ♪♪

♪♪ Tomorrow Is too late to pretend Everything's all right, now ♪♪

♪♪ I'm not gonna see That yesterday never was ♪♪

♪♪ When I say If I promise go to church On Sunday ♪♪

♪♪ Will you go with me On Friday night? ♪♪

♪♪ If you live with me I'll die for you And this compromise ♪♪

♪♪ Let's have compromise ♪♪