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- Hi. - There's my girl.

- You want my number?

- Yeah.

- I thought you were gonna ask to come up.

- What are you doing? - I'm proposing.

- I'm just not in love with you anymore, Mikey.

- I didn't even know you were in the band, Tammy.

- Oh, no. No, I'm--I'm not.

- I just thought we were having a good time.

- Yes, we were up until this moment right here and now.

- Don't tell me we're not going.

- Not we. You.

[Heart's "Straight On" plays]

♪

- ♪ Quite some time

- What's this bullshit that Patrick's telling me

you're thinking of quitting dancing?

- What do you guys do, huh,

sit around all day talking about me instead of rehearsing?

Yeah, no wonder your show's gonna fucking bomb.

- No. We talk about you sometimes, right?

'Cause we like you. But answer the question.

Why are you thinking about quitting dancing?

- 'Cause I've been auditioning for six months,

and I haven't booked a gig.

- Six months. Wow. [chuckles]

Well, if six months is all you're willing to give to this,

then you don't really want it.

I didn't get my first job in New York for the first, like,

three years, and trust me, you're a hell

of a lot more fucking talented than I am.

- You think so?

- I know so.

- You're not just saying that 'cause I just rocked your world?

- Well, that you did.

But no,

I'm saying it because it's true.

Seriously. All right?

You know, maybe I could introduce you to my agent,

get you some meetings.

As you know, I got a lot of friends in this business.

- Wow,

the guy who wants to help you even after sleeping with you.

I guess it's a good thing that I called after all.

- Yeah, I agree.

- ♪ Again and again

♪ Again

♪ Comin' straight on for you ♪

♪

- Huh, how great is this, right? [chuckles]

- Dad, do me a favor.

Stop gloating.

- I am not gloating. I am just happy,

because I got my boy home for the entire summer. Come on.

- Yeah, well, you know, at least someone's happy.

Man, I'm just a little worried.

Maya's having a tough time with this.

- Well, it doesn't surprise me.

Long-distance relationships can be tough.

- Yeah, but it's-- it's not even that long,

you know, it's three months.

And guess what? By the time she gets back,

I will have planned the whole cross-country trip.

- Look, I am very happy to hear

that you're finally gonna take that trip,

but I'm serious about the long-distance thing.

You guys had a conversation at all

about the rules while you're away?

- No, what do you mean? - What do you think I mean?

Are you guys gonna be faithful to one another,

or are you gonna put this whole thing on pause?

- Whoa, whoa, Dad. What the hell, man?

We're in love.

Yeah, of course we're gonna be faithful to one another.

- Look, I only mention it because when your mother

was away overseas she liked to have her freedom, you know?

- What?

- [pounding on door] - Stacey, you in there?

- Okay, I hear you.

Oh, my God.

Fucking hell.

- Surprise. How you doing, kid?

- Yeah. Hey, Dad. Hey, Gina. What a pleasant surprise.

What brings you to the city?

- Well, I had to see a guy about some business,

so me and this lovely lady decided to have lunch

in the big town.

Mine's better.

So what do you think, doll?

- I can't believe this place. It's huge.

So it's just you and Jill living in this giant apartment?

- Oh, yeah. Speaking of Jill, how's she doing?

- You know, I wouldn't know.

- Oh, yeah, why is that?

What, is she outta town or something?

- Nope. She decided to move out.

- Yeah, we heard.

What did you do, Stacey?

- What are you talking about, what did I do?

She was seeing some guy that I don't like,

and I told her, and she got pissed.

So she moved out. What's the big fucking deal?

- See, this I don't like.

She's been your best friend for a long time.

You don't just piss that away

because you don't like her fucking boyfriend.

- The guy's a prick, Dad.

I didn't want to have to see his fucking face

every morning, okay?

- Ugh, the mouth on this one. I--

I did the best I could.

Yeah, I did. I tried. I don't know.

Maybe-- maybe I should talk to her,

you know, try to broker a peace deal between these two?

What do you think, G?

- Why do you guys have to get involved in this shit, huh?

Can't you ever just stay out of it?

- No. No. No. Because I know what's best.

That's why, Stacey.

And I got this apartment for you, and I don't like

the idea of you living down here all alone.

And most importantly, friends come first.

You're too young to truly understand this,

but when you lose an old friend you lose

a small part of your soul, and that's no good.

- [laughs]

Okay. All right, Dad. Just do me a favor.

Stay the fuck out of it. Capisce?

- Okay. Okay.

I'll stay out of it. I mean, you know me.

I never stick my nose where it don't belong.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. That's good.

- Genie. Lizzie. - What?

- Oh, you are not

going to believe what I'm about to tell you.

- What? - Sit.

- What? - Sit down.

- What? - Okay.

- Okay. I just got the phone with Jules,

who just got off the phone with Maria Hernandez,

who just got off the phone with Lisa Bishop,

who if you remember is the A&R lady

from Atlantic fucking Records.

- Yes, yes, yes, I remember. - Okay, okay,

love the backstory. What did she say?

- Okay. Well, first off, Maria wants us back at the club

Saturday night two weeks from now, the 11:00 p.m. slot.

- Are you shitting me? - Holy fucking shit.

- It's fucking huge. - It's fucking huge.

- Oh, Saturday night. Saturday fucking night.

- But, there's more.

Apparently, Lisa called her about us.

Yeah. 'Cause she's gonna be in town from LA that weekend,

and she's coming to the fucking gig.

- What? What? - Oh, my God.

- We're gonna geta record deal.

We're gonna get a fucking record deal.

[both screaming]

- But--yes, yes, yes. But we still have a problem.

- Oh, yeah. I know. We need a fucking drummer,

but everybody we've auditioned sucks.

- Yeah, they really fucking suck.

- Like, really suck.

- Yes, I know. And it needs to be a girl,

because Lisa specifically said

that she wants an all-girl lineup,

and Atlantic has been looking to sign an all-girl band.

- Okay. So we gotta find a drummer,

and she's gotta be a girl.

- So what do you think?

I should ask Tammy again, right?

- Yeah. I mean, she was pretty great, right?

- Yes. Yeah. - Yeah. Yeah.

- Yeah, do it. - Talk to Tammy.

- I'm gonna make this fucking happen.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- I'm gonna manage the shit out of this situation.

- There he is. - Come here. Come here, Pags.

- Manage some shit, little brother.

- Yes, Pags.

- I'm gonna go manage the shit out of this.

both: Yay! - I'll let you know.

- There he goes.

- We're gonna get a record deal.

We're gonna get a fucking record deal.

- Am I dead? Did I die?

I think I'm a fucking ghost right now.

- I could fucking kiss you right now.

- Tammy still hasn't called.

- Nor will she.

- Maybe I should call her.

- No, you absolutely should not.

It's over, and you need to get on with your life.

Do you remember the last time

you went down and out like this?

- No, Mom. I don't remember ever feeling like this.

- You don't remember losing the state title

your junior year?

- Yeah, that was just rough.

- And what happened the next year?

- I won states. - You bet your ass you did.

Because my boy is not a quitter.

My boy does not lay down and die.

My boy is a fighter.

Take a look at this right here.

Look at this boy. What do you see?

- I don't know. - A champion.

And do you know why you became a champion?

It's because after getting your ass kicked,

do you remember what you did?

You picked yourself up, and you worked your butt off.

And that's exactly what you need to start doing right now.

You need to find that fight again.

Just get out there and meet somebody new.

- Yeah.

- Oh, hey. Tammy.

Ah, sorry to bother you at work.

Just, um, I got a situation.

Not a situation. It's--it's good.

It's--I got a question. I just need to talk to you.

- Do you--do you mind? - Yeah, go ahead.

- Okay. Yeah, I'll be right back.

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay. What--what is going on?

- All right, here's the deal. We need you in the band.

And--and--and before you say anything,

we have a huge opportunity here,

and we have a chance to get a record deal.

And we've tried to find someone else to play drums,

but no one's as good as you.

And, Tammy,

I mean, we have a chance here for--

for rock and roll glory. I mean, seriously.

It's--I just think you'd be crazy to pass it up.

- Pags, how could I even do that, hmm?

I mean, sorry, but I'm still in school,

and I'm working here.

I don't really have the time to be in a band right now.

That's just-- - I mean, Tammy, how many--

how many chances do you get like this?

I'm offering you a once- in-a-lifetime opportunity here.

- Yeah, I know. I know.

I just--I don't-- I don't see it, Pags.

I mean, I don't see me in a rock band, you know,

I'm--I'm not-- I'm not that girl.

- But you are that girl, Tammy. I saw you that night.

I saw how happy and alive you were on that stage.

I mean, don't you want to feel that again?

And that, that was--that was some tiny little club.

I mean, think about doing that in front of thousands

and thousands of people in a stadium.

I mean, because if we-- if we cut this record,

they'll put us on tour opening for one of the bigger acts.

I mean--I mean, by this time next year we could be in Tokyo

on a world tour opening for the fucking Pretenders.

- God, do you really think that could happen?

Like, do you really think that Wildfire--

- Tammy, am I working by myself today?

- Oh, yeah. No. Yeah. I'm--I'm going.

No, sorry. Pags. No, this is crazy.

I have to-- I have to get back to work.

- Tammy, you're being...

We have a chance of rock and roll glory.

- Yo-ho-ho! Look at you!

Out of the house, out of the robe,

and even going for a run?

- I'm back, baby.

Like I said, no more crying in my beer.

No more feeling sorry for myself.

You know, it's just another day.

Time to get back in the saddle.

But listen, I need a favor from you, though.

- Yeah, anything. - I wanna go out tonight.

I wanna know what I've been missing out on.

You know what I'm saying?

But I need my wingman with me. So what do you say?

- Are you kidding me? If it means you're done

moping around, then yeah, of course I'll be there.

- Yes, dude. I'll see you tonight, huh?

- You know it.

- Hey, Dad, you home?

- In the kitchen.

[chuckles]

- Another day, another letter.

You want me to read it to you?

- As much as I liked her, Jimbo, I think I'll pass.

- You want another beer?

- No, I'm good.

- Oh, Dad, I gotta tell you, she's just incredible.

I swear, after Jill,

I didn't think I could feel this way with somebody else.

But it's even more intense with Maya, you know?

You know, it's like--

it's like we're supposed to be together,

you know, like, we're a perfect match.

You know, we both-- we both love to travel.

We love the outdoors.

You--you were worried about the long-distance thing,

but this is how you make it work, communication.

- Damn, you seem smitten.

- "Dear, Jimmy, it breaks my heart

to have to do this in a letter."

- Okay, I'll let you finish that in here.

And I'll finish this sandwich in the backyard.

- Hey, Ma, I got the groceries.

Anything else I can get you, Your Majesty?

- Hey, honey. Come in here. We got a special guest.

- What?

- Oh. Hey, Mr. Ross. How are you?

- How are you, Jill?

I was hoping we could have a word.

- Yeah, Jill, take a seat. We wanna talk to you.

- What is this, like, an intervention or something?

- Yeah, you could put it like that.

- Okay.

- So your beautiful mother, who I must say looks fantastic...

- Thank you. You know, Jill actually made this dress.

- Did she? I am impressed, Jill.

- I mean, so talented.

Why doesn't she have a full-time job?

- Ma, enough with that. Mr. Ross, what's going on?

- Your beautiful mother and I were talking,

and we both hate the idea that our two little girls

are letting some schmuck get between youse.

So I had to reach out, see if I could help.

- Really? That's why you're here?

- Yeah, it's important to us. You two have been friends

since you were this high, and we can't have this.

You two not talking to one another, it's no good, Jill.

- And you wanna know the worst of it, Louie?

- What? - This guy she was seeing...

- Mom, I'm warning you. - He was married.

- Mom! - No,

a married man, disgrazia.

- I know. It's terrible. Right?

- Why are we discussing this? It's over.

I'm not seeing him anymore, which is what you wanted.

So could we just leave it in the past, please?

- Well, I could tell you right there, Jill,

it's the married man thing that has Stacey so upset.

I mean, after what her mother did to us,

she's gonna have a severe allergic reaction

to an extramarital anything.

- Uch, I forgot about that,Louie.

- Well... - Who--who was that guy

she was messing around with again?

- Some asshole she met doing summer stock.

- Yeah, but who was he? Was he a musician?

Because I never met a musician

could keep his hands to himself.

- You see this, Jill, your mother knows things.

Piano player.

Yeah, and I thought about having his fingers broken,

but then I figured it wasn't his fault. Right?

I mean, he just thought he was having a great time

banging some hot broad. He didn't know us.

He didn't know what he was doing to our family.

- Poor man.

- But she knew, and I'm telling you,

that's what's so heartbreaking about this whole thing,

that she could do that to our own family.

But you know what I still regret?

Not breaking his fucking fingers.

[laughter]

So, come on, Jill.

Now that you know the ugly sordid details,

what can we do to make this right with you kids?

- Yeah, why don't you just call Stacey?

Give her an-- an olive branch.

- See, your mother nailed it again.

I think a phone call would go a long way.

Yeah, unless of course you're okay with just walking away

from a lifelong friendship, and who am I to talk?

- I think I'll make the call outside, but thank you.

Mr. Ross, always a pleasure.

- [exhales] Thank you so much.

I never thought I'd get her out of the fucking house.

- Ah, come on. This is what I do.

- In a letter.

She breaks up with me in a fucking letter.

- I mean, in--in her defense,

isn't she in, like, Sweden or some shit?

I mean, that is a pretty expensive long-distance--

- You know, you're not being fucking helpful here, Mikey.

- Look, I'm sorry. Okay?

I know how tough this is for you.

Trust me. I know.

And unlike you and Pags, I'm not gonna break your balls.

And I'm definitely not gonna sing some sad breakup song

that is gonna bring you to tears.

No. Instead, I'm gonna be here for you.

Why? 'Cause I'm a good fucking friend.

So tell me, what reason did she give you?

- She already signed on for another job.

She won't be back till after the holidays at the earliest.

Given she's gonna be gone that long, she figures

it'll just be easier to, you know, break up.

- Okay.

I'm gonna give you the gift my mother just gave to me.

Look at me. You're gonna go out there tonight,

and you're gonna make something happen, all right?

You're gonna meet somebody new.

No, listen to me. Yes.

Why? 'Cause my boy is not a quitter.

All right? My boy doesn't just lay down and die.

My boy is a fighter. You hear me?

Okay. Then it's settled.

Me and you, we go up to the Tavern tonight.

We're gonna have some fun. We're gonna meet some girls.

You're gonna meet a beauty that'll help you forget

all about her, all right? That's it.

I'm not taking no for an answer.

[telephone rings]

- Hello? - Hey, it's Jill.

- Oh, hey. What's up? - Nothing.

Just, you know, calling to check in.

See how you are.

- Did my father put you up to this?

- No.

I mean, kind of. He's at the house.

Just told me about why my relationship with Henry

might be so upsetting to you.

- Oh, yeah. And why is that?

- Because of your mom with the piano player.

Stace, I'm sorry. I had no idea that's why they got divorced.

Why would you never tell me that?

- Because it's fucking embarrassing, Jill.

- It's not fucking embarrassing.

You kidding me?

After all the shit you've seen my mom go through, you...

I mean, I get it.

Also, for what it's worth, I'm not seeing Henry anymore.

- That's good.

- I also wanna apologize for just

how I've been behaving these past few months.

Just coming home at all hours,

not being respectful of your schedule,

basically just being a fuck up.

- [chuckles]

- And more importantly, I miss you.

- Really? Because I miss you too.

- Really?

- So are you gonna keep living at your mom's,

or do you maybe wanna move back in with me?

- Oh, gee, I don't know. Do you really want me back?

- I just said that I missed you, right?

So what do you think? You wanna come back?

- Of course I fucking do. I'm gonna pack a bag.

I'll be on the first train in the morning.

- All right. Get your ass over here.

I'll see you then.

- Wait, why do we need a bio?

- Because when you get signed, they issue a press release.

In a press release, you need a fucking bio

to inform the people of your particulars.

- Well, if we need a bio, then we should definitely say

that we are from New York, not Long Island,

'cause it sounds way more legit.

- No. No. No, no, no, no.

We gotta say we're from Long Island.

I mean, all the best New York bands

are bridge and tunnel bands. They're not from the city.

- What the hell are you talking about?

No, the Talking Heads, Blondie, Television.

These are all New York bands.

- No, they're not. No, they're not fromNew York.

I mean, they might be in New York now,

but they're not New York born and bred.

I mean, shit, Blondie herself, Debbie Harry, is from Jersey.

No, I'd argue that all the greats

are just like you guys--

bridge and tunnel kids from the burbs who grew up

in the shadow of the skyline, who were pulled in

by the bright lights of the big city.

- Give me one big-time

bridge and tunnel rock and roller

you know, other than the Boss.

- Shit, Lizzie, even I could do that.

I mean, just from Queens alone you got The Ramones

and Kiss and Lou Reed.

- Oh, Lou Reed.

- Not to mention Simon and Garfunkel,

Carole King, the two Neils, Sedaka and Diamond.

I mean, fucking Barbara Streisand is from Brooklyn.

- How did Barbara Streisand

make her way into this conversation?

- Okay. Fine. Well, how about from right here, Long Island?

You ever heard of the piano man, Billy Joel, hmm?

Not to mention Mountain, Vanilla Fudge,

Eddie Money, and the band with the best album of the year,

one of my all-time favorites, Blue Oyster Cult.

- Yeah, none of those bands are really doing it for me.

- Does Frank Sinatra count? 'Cause he's from Jersey too.

- Ol' Blue Eyes does count. Yeah.

- There you go. - Okay.

Well, then while we're on New Jersey,

why don't we go with your all-time favorite,

Patti fucking Smith?

- Yeah. Okay. I'm convinced.

We'll say we're from Long Island. You're right.

- You see? This is how a great manager does his job.

- Okay. I am so glad that you two figured that out.

But, guys, I hate to be a Debbie Downer,

but does any of this fucking matter

if we still don't have a drummer?

[Blue Oyster Cult's "Burnin' For You" plays]

♪

- I don't know. I--I--

I guess I just feel confused. You know?

I've never felt anything like that before, and just--

God, it just felt so-- so deep and--

and moving and I just, like--

- Wait. Wait. Wait. Are we still talking about

playing the drums or...

- Ah-ha-ha, Good one, Jill.

Yes, of course we're still talking about drumming. Jesus.

- I don't know. You said "deep and moving feeling."

I thought maybe you'd met a new guy or something.

- It hasn't even been that long since Mikey.

I'm sorry I'm so much more of a prude than you are.

- I know. That's why I'm surprised that you're,

you know, thinking about taking up Pags on his offer.

- Yeah. But that's what I'm talking about.

It's this feeling. It's like, God, I don't know.

How could I turn my back on something like that?

- Oh, you mean that deep and moving feeling?

- Yeah. I mean that deep and moving feeling,

and I wanna feel it again. Is that so bad?

- Yeah, Tammy.

I think you're gonna go to hell for being in a friggin' band.

No, it's awesome, especially coming from you.

- I don't know. Oh, my God.

You're never gonna believe who just walked in here.

- I don't know what I'm gonna drink, but I'm gonna drink.

- I'll have whatever you have.

- Did you know they were coming tonight?

- Oh, shit. No, I did not. - No, you did not?

- Of course I fucking didn't know. Why would I know?

- Tell me you didn't know they gonna be here.

- What the fuck? What are you talking about?

I didn't even wanna come out tonight.

This was your idea. Remember? - Shit. Shit.

Dude, I really don't think I can do this tonight.

Maybe we should go. - No.

What the--we gotta go over and say hi.

- Oh, good. They spotted us.Good.

- Mm-hmm.

- They're fucking looking right at us.

- Hi. Fuck. Oh, fuck. Okay. Okay.

- Let's go. - Here they come.

- Yeah. - Hey, guys.

- Hey. - How's it going?

- Hey. Hey, Jimmy. Mikey.

- Hey, Tammy. Hey, Jill. How are you guys?

- Mikey. Jimmy. Wait, what are you doing here?

I thought you had another job and you were leaving.

- Yeah. Yeah. Me too. But budget cuts, you know?

What are you gonna do? What about you?

You've moved back home I heard?

- No. I mean, not really.

Just for, like, a couple of weeks.

I'm moving back in with Stacey tomorrow, so...

- Oh, okay.

♪

- Well, look we're gonna go grab some beers.

I can get you guys another round.

- No. No. No.

No, you can't, actually, because I've gotta--I've gotta

go talk to Pags and Lizzie and your sister, actually,

because I think I'm going to tell them

I am officially joining the band.

- Really? - Cool.

- Congrats. - Yeah, thanks.

So I should probably go, 'cause I think they're really anxious

about figuring out this whole drumming situation.

So I should probably head over there now.

- Yeah, you should--you should go right now, actually.

- Yeah, so I'm gonna go right now.

But it's always good to see you guys, you know.

- And I'll--you know, I'll come with you,

'cause I came here with you, so...

- Hey, Tammy, before you go you think

you have, like, a quick second to talk?

♪

- Yeah, sure.

- You guys wanna give us a second?

- Yeah. Yeah. I'm--I'm gonna grab some beers.

- All right. I'll see you in a bit.

- Okay. Are you... - Mm-hmm.

- I'll come with you, then.

- [mouths words] - Mm-hmm.

- Thank you. - Okay.

- Look, Mikey, before-- before you say anything,

I just wanted to apologize to you.

You know, I've been hearing you've been really upset

over this whole breakup, and I just--

I just wanted you to know that I never--

I never meant to hurt you. That was not my intentions.

- Listen, I get it. You're right.

I was definitely in pretty rough shape there for a while.

But you know what?

Seeing you here tonight was probably the best thing

that could have ever happened to me.

Oh, yeah?

- Hey, you okay? You upset about the job?

- Yeah. Yeah. Well, it's not just that.

It--me and my girlfriend just broke up.

- Oh, no, you and Mimi just broke up.

That's too bad. - It's Maya.

But you already fucking knew that, didn't you, you smartass?

- Can you do me a favor? - Favor? Um, yeah.

- Okay. - Mm-hmm.

- Here. Hold my hands, and look into my eyes.

- Mikey-- - No, I'm serious. Come on.

Just take my hand, please.

- ♪ I'm burnin' I'm burnin'

- Okay. - ♪ I'm burnin' for you

♪

- Wow.

- What's going on with you, huh? You good?

- Yeah, I'm good. I mean, me and my boyfriend just broke up,

but what can you do?

- Your boyfriend? What?

What do you--you were seeing somebody?

- Yeah.

- Anybody I know? - No.

- It's pretty incredible, right?

- Mm.

I don't--I don't-- I don't think I'm following.

- Look at me. No tears.

- Oh. - I'm not crying.

Can you believe that? Do you know what that means?

It means I'm finally over you.

- Oh. Oh, good.

That's--you know what? That's really good.

- [exhales]

- That's good. That's good. Um, that's good.

- Okay. What happened?

- You know, same as always. Got a little ahead of himself.

- Oh, poor you, can't catch a fucking break with you.

- Yeah, but I'm not implying anything by mentioning this.

I'm just stating facts, making conversation.

- Okay. - I need to fucking figure

my life out before I jump back into bed with anyone,

even if it's you.

Not that it wouldn't be fun, 'cause it would be really fun.

It just wouldn't be smart.Right?

- Yeah. - You agree, right?

- Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. - Okay, good.

No, totally. I agree. It wouldn't be smart.

It'd be fucking stupid and too soon.

And I--you know, we literally just broke up.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, it's always good to see you.

- Yeah. - I'm glad you're doing better.

- Some other time, then.

Yeah.

Some other time?

- Yeah. - Bye.

[Eddie Money's "Think I'm In Love"]

♪

[both singing indistinctly]

- Hey. Hey, guys. Sorry. I hope I'm not interrupting.

- No, but please tell me you're here with good news, please.

- Well, um, I don't know.

I was thinking that if you guys

really think I'm good enough,

I would--I would love to join the band.

- Oh, thank you, Jesus.

- Wait. Wait. Wait. Sorry. - Oh, thank you, Jesus.

- But for real, you really wanna join?

- Well, I mean, if you guys will still have me, yeah.

- What do you mean if we'll still have you?

Of course we'll still have you. You're an angel.

You're saving our asses, you beautiful girl.

[A Taste of Honey's "Boogie Oogie Oogie" plays]

- How weird was that, huh, seeing Jill and Tammy?

What are the chances?

- I'd say the chances are pretty high, Mikey,

being that this is our local spot,

and almost everybody we know comes here all the time.

- Yeah, it's still pretty fucking weird.

- Yeah, you're right. Okay.

- Hey, we don't know her, though.

♪

- No, we don't. - What do you think?

Should I go over there and say hello?

♪

- Did you just see the fucking smile she just gave you?

- Wow. She's beautiful.

- I'm gonna go play a song. I'll be back.

- She just smiled at me again. What do I do?

- Get the fuck over there,dummy.

♪

- ♪If you're thinkin' you're too cool to boogie ♪

- Hi. - Hi.

- I'm Mikey. - I'm Lucy.

- Lucy, nice to meet you.

- Good to meet you, too.

- So, Lucy, what are you trying to play?

- Honestly, I was just hoping you'd come over here.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

- Look at that. - It worked.

- Your dream came true. - [laughs] Yeah.

- Shall we? - Let's dance.

- ♪ No exception to the rule

♪ Get on up, on the floor

♪ 'Cause we're gonna boogie oogie oogie ♪

♪ Till you just can't boogie no more ♪

- ♪ Ah boogie

- Boogie no more ♪

♪ You can't boogie no more

- ♪ Ah boogie

- ♪ Boogie no more

♪ Listen to the music

♪

♪ There's no time to waste

♪ Let's get the show on the road ♪

♪ Listen to the music and let your body flow ♪

[engine rumbles]