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[Moonbeau's "Radio"]

♪ ♪

[door creaks open] - Guys, I'm freaking out.

Dan O'Connell is performing at Essex, and I just found out

I get to be his official student liaison.

- Wait, Dan O'Connell the stand-up?

He's so funny. - Yeah.

I love his late-night show.

- He's adorable. He's so cute

in his little suits. - Wait.

You guys know who he is?

- Uh, yeah. He's, like, cool and famous.

- I guess I'm just not used to you guys

knowing anything about pop culture.

It's like living with three of my grandma.

- I know things!

Who told you guys that Al Roker

and Lenny Kravitz were cousins? - Yeah.

My fashion TikTok was very well-received

until I forgot my password and I couldn't log back in.

- So what exactly does a student liaison do?

It sounds like a super exciting title.

- It is--I get to pick him up from the airport,

drive him back to campus, and make sure he has

his favorite turkey jerky in the greenroom.

I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

- So you're basically his free assistant for two days?

- Yeah, I mean, if I can get this guy

to think I'm funny, I could leverage it

into the holy grail

for aspiring comedy writers:

being an unpaid intern

on his late-night show.

- That doesn't sound that good. - No, it is.

Unpaid internships have been launching nepo babies

and rich kids into successful careers for decades.

[phone chimes] - Oh, is that Jackson?

- Hey! - "Just checking in on you."

Oh, my God. He is obsessed. I have never once

checked in on anyone. - Okay, so first he calls you

hot as the KJ party, and then he, like, nurses you back

to health Jane Austen-style.

Y'all are gonna bone. - I don't know.

Ever since Jackson took care of me after my procedure,

things between us have been, like, clinical.

- Oh, you got med-zoned.

- What's that? - Med-zoned.

You know, he saw you looking weak and pitiful,

and now that is how he sees you.

- Dude. - Sorry, not pitiful.

Just unsexual. Sickly, like Tiny Tim.

- I'm Tiny Tim? - Wait, I think it's hot

to take care of a sick guy. - Totally.

Women think it's hot to take care of men.

Men don't think it's hot to take care of women.

Lance Armstrong, Sheryl Crow, it's all right there.

- As a reminder, I'm not sick.

- If Jackson was into you once, he can be into you again.

The whole med-zone thing,

it's not real. - Uh--

[knock at door] - Kimberly?

- Hey. - Hey, I found these

in the bathroom. I think they're yours.

- Oh, no. Those are not mine.

- It says they're leakproof postoperative pads

for a heavy flow. - No, my flow's pretty dainty.

- It has your name written on the package, Kimberly Finkle.

- Cool, I'll just take those and you can stop reading things

on the package.

- Man, were you sick.

I will never forget how gray your face was.

- Yeah.

- All right. Anyways, bye.

- Mm. - I take it back.

Delete his number.

You two are done. - Mm-hmm.

[MotoGirl's "Something from Nothing"]

- ♪ Somethin' from nothin' ♪

♪ I'm falling for you ♪

♪ I can't help myself, it's what I do ♪

- In this lab, you will try to determine

whether yeast are capable of metabolizing fructose,

sucrose, glucose, and lactose.

We will be breaking up in groups of three,

so please find your name on the wall

for your assigned groups.

[students murmuring indistinctly]

- Oh, come on.

- Damn, dude, that wasn't even under your breath.

- Where's Bela? - Bela's not gonna make it

to class or lab today.

She has some comedy thing.

- Hmm, I don't really like funny things.

- Yeah, I can see that.

Well, I'm psyched about his yeast experiment,

which is not a sentence I ever thought I'd say.

[laughs] - Look, I'll handle

this lab assignment myself and get you all an A.

I'd rather do the whole thing alone than risk

you or Bela messing it up.

- I don't need you doing the assignment for me.

I've been paying attention and prepping for the lab too.

I'm gonna do a good job.

- [laughs]

Oh, maybe I do like comedy.

I'm just gonna do it, but if you really wanna be involved,

you can, um, design the cover page for our report.

Maybe find some cute clip art?

[upbeat music]

- [scoffs]

- That's about--

- Willow, Willow, Willow!

Hey, friend. It is so good to see you.

Hi. - Oh.

You're Whitney's roommate, right?

Kimberly, is it? - Kimberly?

[laughs] You think I'm Kimberly?

I would slap you, but I need something from you.

- Hey, y'all go ahead without me.

What's up? - So you're a sophomore, right?

And you know all the hot girls on campus.

- I am a keeper of that information, yes.

- I had a run-in with this girl the other day,

and I've never seen her before, so I was wondering

if you could tell me who she is and I did take a picture.

- Oh, my God, this is some stalker shit.

- Don't be dramatic. It's not stalking

if the stalker is just as hot as the victim.

Shouldn't have said "victim," but could you just zoom in

and see if you recognize her?

- [sighs]

Oh, I do know her. Her name is Tatum.

She's a junior on the tennis team.

- Yes, I knew I would figure it out.

- That girl looks exactly like you.

Oh, are you in the twincest phase of coming out?

- Twincest? - Mm-hmm.

- Like I'm interested in Tatum 'cause she reminds me of me?

No. Okay, that's gross.

- Lies, that what I told myself when I dated Jazmin.

- Hmm. Yeah, that's weird.

- Yes, it is, but it's not not hot.

- Do you think you know Tatum well enough to introduce me?

- Do you want that enough that you'd, like,

buy me a jacket?

- Are you serious? - I am. I'm being friendly,

but I consider this transactional.

- Fine, yes. Yes.

If you help me, I will buy you a jacket.

- Okay, deal. Now I know this may be

a silly question to ask a white person,

but do you own a tennis racket?

- Wilson or Babolat? I have both.

- We just need one.

[mellow music]

- Well, you're probably wondering

why I called this staff meeting.

This is one of the hardest things

I've ever had to say.

- Oh, no. Did someone die?

- In a way, yes.

This is officially my last day at Sips.

I have been let go.

- Let go? - Oh.

- Oh, no. They found some weird shit

on your computer, huh? - I knew it.

Oh, my God, we're gonna be on "Dateline."

- No, it's nothing like that.

The administration said, and I quote,

"A student could do my job."

[scoffs] Can you believe that?

both: No. - What?

- Mm-mm. - That's crazy.

- It has been the honor

of my life to oversee this place

for 30 years.

- 30 years?

[softly] How old is this man?

- We're gonna be starting a little Venmo fund

for a goodbye gift, just a little something

to say "Thank you, Roger."

- So we, your employees,

are going to be giving you, our boss, money?

- That is correct. I have no savings.

- Well, I think I can say for all of us when I say,

words cannot espresso what you bean to us.

- Oh, my God. - Jesus Christ.

Everything I brew,

I brew it for you?

- Whatever you do next,

I hope it will mocha you very happy.

- Puns about coffee. [laughs]

That's my favorite.

[both laugh]

It's why you guys are my best friends.

Come here. - Wow.

[The Funk Hunters' "Say Something"]

- ♪ You've been way too quiet ♪

♪ I've been way too sober, don't wanna ♪

- I'm getting a little nervous about meeting Dan.

Should I say "hi" or "hello" when I first see him?

Which word is funnier? - Just try to be normal.

I mean, I know you're incapable of doing that.

- The good news is, it's an hour-long trip back

to campus for some uninterrupted one on one.

So I'll have him trapped.

- Do not use those words with him.

- I mapped out a route that takes us

by a Taco Bell because I came up with a joke

about Taco Bell. It adds 23 minutes to the trip,

but I think it's worth it. - Bela, you sound insane.

You just need to be yourself and I'm sure this guy'll think

you're great and funny. - Thank you.

I needed to hear that. Shit, he's here.

Okay. I gotta go, bye.

Hi. - Hi.

- Hello. I'm Bela Malhotra,

your student liaison. It's an honor to meet you

and have the opportunity to pick that brilliant brain

of yours.

Okay, I'll take your bag.

- Oh, are you sure? - Yeah, I go to the gym.

You sure you wouldn't be more comfortable up front?

I don't mind. - Oh, that's great.

- Okay, great, I'll pull over maybe at a Taco Bell

that's coming up? You know, the funny thing about

Taco Bell is that even though it thinks--

Sorry. I was talking to my agent.

- Ah. - Sorry, yeah, uh-huh.

Look, listen, I know that it's a Super Bowl ad,

but mayonnaise just seems kind of gross.

Hey, Bela. - Yeah.

- It's a little chilly back here.

- Yeah, I guess the question is

how much mayo would I have to eat?

[upbeat music]

- I got you, boo. A cappuccino

and a white chocolate biscotti.

- And you drew Shakespeare

in the foam! [both laugh]

- You're one of a kind, Lila.

- Oh. - Isn't she great?

- She's definitely a big presence here.

- Enjoy it, Professor Dobson.

And try not to fall asleep on the table again.

- How could I, with a drink like this?

- [laughs]

- Lila, I have sort of a crazy idea.

- That we should get new uniforms

now the management's changing?

Agreed, 'cause this maroon polo,

it's not emphasizing my assets. - No.

Lila, I think you would be a really good manager of Sips.

You should apply for the job.

- You think I want Roger's job?

- You would make so much money,

and you'd be the boss.

- What makes you think I'd have any interest

in climbing the corporate ladder

of some little coffee shop?

- You're just personable and caring.

It's just an idea.

- Yeah, a bad one.

I'm going on a break.

- Wait, how am I always the only one working?

♪ ♪

- And then she completely flew off the handle.

I don't get what I said wrong.

- Well, telling somebody that they should do a job

that you wouldn't wanna do yourself,

it's like telling someone their mom is hot.

No one wants to hear it.

- Yours really is though.

- For the last time, stop.

- Yeah, my day's been pretty bad too.

This bio bro in Professor Harpin's class

keeps icing me out of our lab assignment.

I'm sure he'll get us an A, but still.

It's infuriating.

- Not to be anti-feminist,

but I don't see the problem.

I would die for somebody to do my boring science homework.

- Okay, believe it or not, I genuinely like this class.

We're determining the respiration rate of yeast

using different sugars.

- Who are you and what have you done with Whitney?

- Okay, don't diss me for liking science, math nerd.

- Math is objectively cooler than biochem.

Ask anyone, calculated variables are the shit.

- You wish. - Wait, are you nerds,

and am I the cool roommate now?

both: No.

- Oh. [phone chimes]

- Oh, shit.

- You good? You're eating your food

like you're mad at it.

- I just got a text from Dan.

He has a zit. Duty calls.

- How did it go in the car?

Did he agree to read your stuff?

- The moment didn't feel right, so I haven't asked him yet.

I didn't want to bug him and come off like a try-hard.

- Why not? That's, like, one of your defining qualities.

- It's okay. I have a plan.

First of all, show him I'm above nothing

and don't respect myself, and then he'll hire me

to keep doing that.

- Again, that doesn't sound like a good job.

- Okay.

- ♪ Do it, do it, do it, do it like a boss ♪

♪ Do it, do it like a boss ♪

♪ I'ma do it, do it, do it like a boss.

- [grunts]

Yes! That is match point!

In your face!

- I know we agreed that I would lose to you,

but you don't have to be so annoying about it.

- It needs to be impressive.

Do you think she saw?

- Mm-mm. - Damn it!

Tatum hasn't looked over here once.

I wonder if it's my backhand form.

- I think it's that she doesn't know

or care who you are.

- She is so indifferent.

It's so fucking hot. - Mm.

- Okay, they're taking a water break.

This is our chance. Come on. Be cool.

- Can I still peel my orange? - Just--

- Hey, what's up, Kate?

- What are you guys up to tonight?

Anything good?

- Um, I might go to that Dan O'Connell show.

My roommate helped organize it, so I kind of have an in.

[laughs]

Do you think, um, you might go?

It's Tatum, right?

- Yeah, no, I'm not really into campus-sponsored events.

But that should be fun for, like, gen pop.

- Oh, agree. Agree.

I hate campus-sponsored events.

Oh, my God. I was only going

so I could, like, make fun of it.

[laughs] - Just own it

if that's what you're into.

All right, come on. Let's get back to it.

- That was humiliating.

Not only did she reject me,

but she condemned my personhood.

- I'm really sorry. It happens to everyone.

- No, not young, beautiful blonde women

who have gone to the Met Gala. - You're losing me

- Take my credit card. Buy your jacket.

- Like, right now?

[acoustic music]

♪ ♪

- It's your lucky day.

I brought fancy doughnuts,

coffee, and my big ol' brain

to help us destroy this lab.

- First of all, I hate this kind of doughnut.

I don't need, like, a slice of bacon on my doughnut.

And secondly, why are you here? I told you not to come.

- Well, I don't just do what you tell me to, bro.

- Look, I know your mom is a senator or whatever,

so I'm trying to be respectful.

- This is your respectful?

- But this class is important to me.

I wanna go to med school and be a doctor.

I'm not some rich soccer jock party girl

whose mom will bankroll the rest of my life.

- You don't know me at all.

I've been working my ass off

in this class, and I understand this lab.

Give me a chance to prove that I--

[gasps] Shit! Fuck.

- Well, I'll hand it to you.

You did destroy this lab.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Kimberly! Wait up.

- Oh, hey.

- Uh, it's a latte.

I drew Elena Kagan on it because I know you like her,

but then I tripped on the way coming over here,

so now she looks like Chris Farley.

- [laughs weakly]

I'm sorry if suggesting the manager job

at Sips was insulting.

I just thought about who I would want to be my boss

and it would obviously be you.

- Girl, I overreacted.

Honestly, I think I'd be good at it too,

but the idea of interviewing for it,

it scares me.

I've never been good at interviews.

- You're not good at interviewing?

I don't believe that.

You can be so charming

when you're not angry or hungry.

- Thank you, bitch. I agree.

I'm charming as shit.

It's an aura, but for some reason,

when people with authority ask me questions,

I just--I get so nervous.

- Oh, but everyone gets nervous.

It shouldn't stop you from going after the job

if you want it. You know what?

Let's do a mock interview.

We can practice, and that way

you won't be nervous on the day.

- Okay.

But I have never done role-playing

outside of a sexual context.

- I believe in you.

- Okay. - Yeah.

- Let's do this.

[lively electronic music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs] Again, sorry you were cold.

They're gonna make sure the temperature's

exactly at 75.

- Thank you. Yeah, it's just the cold

is, like, hurting my bones.

- Hey, I just wanted to say,

you've been such an inspiration to me.

I've been trying to play it cool,

but I'm a huge comedy nerd,

and I hope to do cool stuff like you one day.

- That's really sweet to hear. You know,

I was like you in college. - Really?

- Conan O'Brien did a show at UPenn when I was there,

and I was so nervous to meet him

that my hand was dripping with sweat.

- Well, that's me right now, but it's my armpits.

Shouldn't have worn wool.

- [laughs]

Hey, if you like comedy,

I actually have a question you could be helpful with.

- Oh, my God, yes. - So could you tell me,

like, any details about what's going on at Essex these days?

- Ah, okay. Lemme think.

- Yeah. - Um...

a sophomore got trampled in the crowd at fajita night.

A bunch of students are suing the school

from being scalded by the showers.

- Okay. Well, maybe not those.

- Um, the girls softball team got suspended for doing MDMA.

- Really?

High female athletes

tripping balls instead of throwing them.

That's perfect. Thank you.

- [sighs]

Hey, I love your show

and would kill to be considered for an internship.

It would mean the world to me, and I would do such a good job.

- You know what? Send me your résumé.

I'm always setting up new projects,

and we're always looking for free labor.

- Oh, my God, thank you.

[knock at door] - Of course.

- It's time to go on.

- [laughing] Okay, great.

Thank you.

Here we go.

- Have a good show.

Yes! Yes!

[upbeat disco music]

- Ladies and gentlemen, Dan O'Connell.

- Hello! My goodness! [cheers and applause]

Holy cow!

Hello, Essex College!

My God.

A little amped up, aren't we?

Yeah!

Wow, have we been partying

with the girls softball team?

[laughter]

That's what I thought.

A student named Bela helped me with that one.

Thank you, Bela.

So who's single?

[upbeat music]

- Okay, so I'll play the interviewer.

- Thank you so much for applying for the job.

What made you interested in it?

- Easy. The money and the power, bitch.

- That might be too honest, and I don't think

you should call the interviewer "bitch."

- My authenticity is my greatest gift.

- Let's start over.

How are your customer relations?

- Oh, so good.

And I'm not above giving a butt squeeze

to a good tipper.

- That is problematic,

and I think illegal. Can you take this seriously?

- [groans] Kimberly, this is impossible.

I can't be this polite, professional

little miss perfect.

- You don't have to be perfect.

You just have to show them the real Lila,

not the tough, outrageous Lila

who doesn't care what people think.

The one who does care.

- I don't think I can do this.

- Yes, you can.

Now again, why do you, Lila Flores,

wanna be the manager of Sips?

- I started working at Sips because I needed the money.

- Mm-hmm. - But then I actually

started liking it.

I like scheduling.

I like making oat milk lattes

and seeing how happy it makes people.

Sips is my community,

and I want the chance to be the leader of my community.

- That was so great.

- It was? - Yes.

- [laughs] Yes, honey.

I'ma breathe and body this thing.

- Oh, and just remember the most important thing

I told you. - Oh, I know, I know, I know.

Wear a bra. I got this.

- And he used my joke.

Well, not my joke exactly, but my observation,

which he turned he turned into a funny topical shout-out,

which is, like, a quarter of a joke, I think.

- And he agreed to consider you for an internship?

That's amazing. - I know, right?

But right now, I need to hurry up and get him a beer.

He specified that he wanted it ice-cold.

- Oh, yeah. Cool. I got it. Can I get a beer, please?

- No, that's okay. I-- - Let's go.

I'm dying to meet him.

- Nice to meet you guys.

- Want an icy cold beer? Heard ya weirdly like 'em

like that. - Thanks, man.

- Dan, this is Eric.

- I'm a huge fan, and I'm the editor in chief

of "The Catullan." - "The Catullan!" No shit?

About half my writing staff's from "The Catullan."

You run the whole thing? - Look, that's only a big deal

to, like, two dozen people in the whole world,

so I'm really glad you're one of 'em.

- [laughs] - You know, people said

late-night variety shows were dead,

but you're, like, making 'em cool again.

- Thanks, man.

Yeah, it is so much work,

so that really means a lot.

You know, you guys should really work

on your writers' submission packets

for the show.

- Writers' packets? - Yeah.

- Hypothetically, what do you like to see

in a typical writer's packet?

- Well, ideally it would be

50 monologue jokes, 3 pages of segment ideas,

a handful of sketches, some hard-hitting desk pieces,

and nothing I've ever seen before.

- I'm gonna be real with you, Dan.

I don't have any of that stuff,

but I'm gonna work really hard tonight and make sure--

- Uh, Dan, I actually have a packet

that meets the criteria, and I would love

to have it be considered.

- Yeah, sure. You know, hey.

Gimme your phone. Yeah, come on.

I'm gonna put my info in it.

I like your attitude.

Here you go. - Thanks.

- Well, if you excuse me, I'm gonna find

a bathroom in this frat house,

and I really hope a drunk guy hugs me at the urinal.

[both laugh] - All right, have fun.

- What the hell was that? - What?

- You know how important this was to me.

I've been Dan's slave for two days now.

I had to get him a Zyrtec at 2:00 a.m. last night

because Vermont makes him sneezy.

- Bela, in case you forgot, being a comedy writer

is also my dream. - Yeah.

But I clearly had dibs on him.

- Dibs? Are you serious? This is my future too.

That doesn't change just 'cause we're dating.

I'm gonna do whatever it takes, just like you.

♪ ♪

- Great, so instead of being here until 2:00 a.m.,

we'll be here until morning. Now I'm stress eating

your crappy doughnuts.

Are you happy?

- Wait, you made a mistake.

- By not tricking you into thinking

this lab was in a different building?

Yeah, that was a mistake.

- No, in the lab.

I'm looking at your work,

and your penmanship is horrible,

by the way, but your math is off.

We're measuring the rate of CO2 as the yeast respires.

Yeast can metabolize sugar in two ways,

but you didn't account for aerobic and anaerobic.

- I probably just made an error 'cause you were distracting me.

- You did this before I got here.

- [quietly] I guess I did.

- Mm, you did what?

- I made a mistake. - I guess

it's a good thing I came,

otherwise you'd have ended up

doing the entire thing wrong.

You should be grateful I spilled on your papers.

- Okay, you did one thing right.

Let's not get carried away.

But thank you for catching that.

[upbeat electronic music]

♪ ♪

- [softly] Hmm.

♪ ♪

- [laughs, gasps]

Oh, my God, it's Tatum.

No, no, no. Do not look, okay?

I had a super embarrassing run-in

with her earlier. - Wait. That girl?

Earlier I talked to her for, like, 20 minutes,

thinking it was you. - Oh.

- Leighton, you should go say hi.

- I can't. It was brutal. All right?

My only move now is to avoid her

at all costs until I graduate.

- Sometimes you build things up in your head,

and they're really not as bad as...

Oh, my God, she hates us.

I didn't know it was possible to bully someone

with just your eyes.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Sorry.

♪ ♪

- Hey. - Oh, hi.

How was the comedy show?

- You know what? It was great.

There was nothing cool about it,

but I fuckin' loved it.

It was fun to be around

other excited gen pop

all enjoying something together.

- Wow, okay.

- So you can be as judgmental

as you want, but I promise you, babe,

there is no way you are as judgmental as me.

- Oh, really? - Mm-hmm.

And yeah, like, you know, um, I used to have

those exact same Prada boots

until I realized that they were way too many seasons old

to keep in my closet.

[both laugh] - Damn.

Okay, I've never been Prada shamed before.

- Mm. - Here.

Put your number in my phone.

♪ ♪

- There.

- 917, cool.

I'm from New York too.

I just texted you.

- New York, huh?

Brave thing to say when you're a 516 number.

Long Island. How sad.

[laughs]

♪ ♪

- Oh, my God, him. It's Jackson.

- Wait, that's Jackson?

He looks like Thor's stand-in.

- Yeah, I know, but it doesn't matter.

He saw me at my lowest point,

and now that's all he associates me with.

I've been med-zoned, which means--

- Yeah, yeah. I get it.

You need to practice what you preach.

I thought no one would ever see me

as management material, but you did.

And just because no one would ever see you

in a million, billion years pulling

that luscious Midwestern corn-fed motherfucker,

does not mean that he might not be into it.

♪ ♪

- Go get him.

♪ ♪

- Oh, hey, champ. How you feeling today?

- While I appreciate your concern, I'm good.

Like, 100% healed.

I'm not fragile, not Tiny Tim. I'm good.

It's almost as if it never happened.

So you don't have to ask me how I am anymore.

I'm ready for anything.

♪ ♪

- Is that so? - Mm-hmm.

- ♪ I don't care what you think ♪

♪ Fuck what your people think ♪

♪ I gotta go through it ♪

♪ Let me go through it, through it, through it, yeah ♪

♪ Wait, I don't care what you think ♪

♪ Fuck what your people think ♪

♪ I gotta go through it ♪

♪ Let me go through it ♪

- Are you looking at my arms?

- No, no. I mean, I thought you had a stain

on your shirt, but you don't.

- [laughs softly]

It's okay. I don't mind.

So I'm gonna head out.

- Yeah, sounds good.

Good night. - Good night.

[Ofelia K's "I Love my Lawyer"]

- ♪ Let me be your witness ♪

♪ Everybody's looking for a way out ♪

♪ I want in ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I wanna lose control ♪

- I'm officially serving corporate realness.

I got the job.

- Oh, my God! - Ay, congratulations.

- I'm so happy the interview went well.

- I still blurted out a few awkward

and highly inappropriate things,

but I got the earnest shit out first, so they ate it up.

- [gasps] Should we honor your achievement

by ending our shift early...

- And playing a little pong at the KJ house?

- Are you out of your minds? Cutting out early

to dick around on the company's dime?

Not on my watch.

Get back to work.

- We're just trying to celebrate you.

- Yeah, but the thing is,

I work for the man now, bitches.

And I found out I get a big, old bonus

if I keep profits up.

Oh, I'm gonna like this. [laughs]

- Can't believe I miss Roger.

- ♪ I don't pick up when you call no more ♪

♪ ♪

- How's your packet going?

I've never seen you pull an all-nighter before.

I'm impressed, and it was way easier

to sleep without all your snoring.

- I don't know how to do any

of this shit. It's so annoying.

The only reason Eric even knows is because

of years of patriarchal access

to the old boys' network.

- Oh, my God, it is way too early

for all this angry feminist shit.

- I'm never gonna have this submission in

before Eric, and his is gonna be

so much better.

- Hey, he's got nothing on you, okay?

You make me laugh every single day,

even when you don't mean to.

You're funny as hell.

- Thank you. - I'm sure

that you've already impressed Dan.

You just gotta take every opportunity

to make him remember you.

[upbeat electronic music]

♪ ♪

[knocks]

- Hey. Whoa.

Oh, thank you.

You know, no one should look that good

this early in the morning.

That's why I look like shit.

- [laughs]

I have the car downstairs ready

to take you to the airport.

- Great. I'll grab my luggage.

- ♪ Oh, my God ♪

♪ Now my heart is beating hard ♪

♪ Heaven knows what you've done to me ♪

♪ 'Cause I smile ♪

♪ Through a frown ♪

♪ Swear I'm up ♪

♪ When I'm six feet underground ♪

♪ Take me now ♪

♪ I'm in love With a heartless lover ♪

♪ Oh, my God ♪

♪ Now my heart is beating hard ♪

♪ Heaven knows what you've done to me ♪

♪ Oh, my God, nail my heart up to the cross ♪

♪ I'm a wreck, but I'll never leave ♪

♪ Karma is a lie ♪

♪ She and I come back to you ♪

♪ Drenched in neon light ♪

♪ But my eyes are black and blue ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, my God ♪

♪ Now my heart is beating hard ♪

♪ Heaven knows what you've done to me ♪

♪ Oh, my God, nail my heart up to the cross ♪

♪ I'm a wreck, but I'll never leave ♪

♪ 'Cause I smile ♪

♪ Through a frown ♪

♪ Swear I'm up ♪

♪ When I'm six feet underground ♪

♪ Take me now ♪

♪ I'm in love With a heartless lover ♪

- Go to bed.