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(inhales)

(exhales)

(whispering) Ask, believe,

receive.

(inhales)

(exhales) Ask,

believe, receive.

(upbeat music)

♪ ♪

(electronic music)

PHOTOGRAPHER: Gorgeous, gorgeous. I love it.

‐Yeah? ‐Beautiful. Yes!

‐Comin' through. Oop. ‐Yeah.

‐SERVER: Sorry, guys. ‐Ugh!

SERVER: Pardon me.

Can we do that again,

'cause he, like, ruined the lighting?

PHOTOGRAPHER: Mm‐hmm, yeah.

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♪ ♪

(indistinct background chatter)

‐Fuck. ‐(phone chimes)

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Stop, guys.

I just got DMed by the director of the new "Weekend" video.

He wants me to be in it. Ah! So amazing!

Mm. I know his creative director.

I think he follows me. I should, uh, message and ask

‐if he needs more girls. ‐Hm?

Oh, just like see if they need more girls.

Oh.

Yeah, that would be, like, really cool

if we did that together.

Yeah, he follows me. That's what I thought.

SERVER: Okay. Here we go.

So, we got the dancing gyoza,

the spicy Buddha rolls...

Mmm. Yum!

And we've got a Gimme‐more Dim Sum.

Can I get you ladies anything else?

(lenses snapping)

Great.

Okay.

I'll get it from over here.

Good idea.

Ah, wait.

Yes, babe. Get that angle.

Aah‐‐

(glass, wood clattering)

Are you good, babe?

I'm okay. I'm‐I'm good.

(background music, chatter)

Whenever you're ready.

Oh, hey!

Sorry, the, uh, the food's still on here.

Yes.

We didn't eat anything.

Right. But the kitchen did still make it, so...

It's okay. Can we just go?

Whatever.

Oh, actually cash only,

but there's an ATM right over there.

Okay.

(sighs)

(beeping)

Fuck.

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Miss, here you go.

(indistinct chatter)

Hi.

Hey. Uh, oh.

Uh, is your friend okay?

Yeah, she's fine.

Um, so my name is Liliana Mirandeira.

Me and my friends over there, we are influencers,

and we would love to offer you a post about your restaurant

in exchange for the cost of the meal.

(laughs) A post about what?

The perils of cloud‐chasing?

Uh, okay? Wow, that was very rude.

Okay, I'm sorry. How much was your bill?

$250.

Yeah. No, thanks.

That's not that expensive,

considering the outreach you'll get.

Also considering the fact that we didn't even eat anything.

(sighs) Okay, no offense.

I have no idea who the fuck you are. Okay?

So you can make a post about the restaurant,

but you're gonna hafta pay your bill.

Actually, you're lucky

I don't make you pay for that chair, too.

(sighs)

He wants me to be in it. He wants me to be in it.

It's so amazing! It's so amazing!

The kitchen did still make it.

‐ I have no idea...

I have no idea who the fuck are...

(echoing) who the fuck you‐‐

‐We're leaving right now. ‐But what about the bill?

This restaurant doesn't deserve our money.

Uh, ladies, do you need some change?

No, thank you,

and you can tell your boss this restaurant sucks.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You girls aren't seriously

trying to dine and dash, are you?

This is the rudest customer service

I've ever experienced in my life!

Okay, can you just keep your voice down?

Excuse me? Your chair injured my friend.

You don't apologize? You don't offer a discount?

What the fuck?

Oh, my God. Get over yourself.

‐(laughter) ‐Oh, you wanna film something?

You wanna film something?

Film this!

My friend, was gonna be in a "Weekend" video.

And because of injuries she sustained at this restaurant,

she is gonna lose her job.

‐Okay! Can we go? ‐No, babe! No!

This‐‐ This‐‐is negligence.

And you accuse us of dining and dashing?

‐Can I just have...the chair‐‐ ‐No, don't‐‐

‐Oh! ‐(diners gasp)

(overlapping voices)

‐Oh, my God. ‐We're not friends anymore.

‐She's so stupid. ‐Oh, my God, she's so fake.

Please don't call me stupid! (crying)

Starvation y murder y awful people

doing terrible things.

Why does everyone have to hate on me?

(sniffs) Can you be nice to me?

For once in your life?

Please?

MOM: (sighs)

Yeah.

Okay.

(phone buzzes)

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