[upbeat instrumental rock music playing]
- [grunts] - Arch your back, snatch faster.
[woman] Stay strong. There you go. Squeeze.
All right, up.
- Good. - This is just my warm-up.
Where is everyone?
They're supposed to be here at 8:00 sharp.
I don't think most of 'em got in until 7:00 at least.
They need to start getting serious about staying in shape.
This show's been sloppy as shit.
Hey, don't get angry at me. At least I showed up.
- You're right. All right, keep it up. - [woman] Okay, next circuit.
And... go.
Wow! You got them in the palm of your hand.
- You the trainer? - Excuse me, do we know each other?
No, sorry. I'm Cherry Bang.
- Denise. - I work with GLOW.
[Sheila] Oh, God.
- [Denise] Oh! - We're in the Jade Showroom.
Oh!
It's 13 other girls.
[breathing heavily]
Denise says they do strength training in the morning,
dance class in the afternoon and have a fucking nutritionist.
Meanwhile, I just saw Jenny
in the kitchen spreading mayonnaise on a block of cheddar cheese.
- That actually sounds good. - Keith.
You gonna put that in your mouth, or is it supposed to go somewhere else?
There you go.
[garbled] These bitches, they don't stretch.
- They don't work out. - [Keith] Mm.
They stay out late.
- [sighs] - [thermometer beeps]
There's no temperature.
[sighs] I'm a corpse.
[Keith] That's 'cause you're flapping your gums
and letting the cold air in. Here, try it again.
Come on, stick your...
- Put your tongue up. - Ah! Ah!
You know how. You gotta stop playing. Put this in your mouth.
- Mm. - There you go.
All right, now, just be still.
All right, let it work.
[garbled] All I'm saying is, doing a show six nights a week, it takes stamina.
Well, Cherry, they're a bunch of girls having fun.
In two more months, they ain't gonna be your problem anymore.
[garbled] Well, they're still my problem now.
Doing a show sloppy, that's how people get hurt.
I don't... Not even a word. I didn't get one word of that.
- [thermometer beeps] - Oh!
There it is.
- Ninety-seven point four. - Ah! It's going up.
♪ Ovulation, here we come ♪ [snapping fingers]
- ♪ Ovulation, here we come ♪ - [Cherry laughs]
[elevator button clicks]
You going to play tennis?
No, Ruth, I'm going to a mid-morning costume party
dressed as John McEnroe's grandfather.
So, hey, how's the, uh... how's the new room treating ya?
Great. I mean, the same.
You know, in the old one, uh,
the window opened up onto some tree that was really triggering my allergies.
The pollen, I guess.
Oh, yeah, yeah. That, uh... desert pollen.
- [knocking on door] - [Cherry] Up and at 'em!
Rise and shine!
What the fuck is going on out here? It's the middle of the night.
[knocking on door]
[Melrose] Cherry, what is this?
- Fuckin' another fire drill? - You wish.
Get your ass in a leotard and meet me in the lobby in 15 minutes.
We're going to a dance class.
[groans]
- [knocking on door] - Tammé and I are taking an acting class,
and it's very physical,
and it cost 200 bucks.
Fine. You guys get a pass.
Everyone else, wake the fuck up!
It's gonna be a great day.
- [sighs] Hey. - [Ruth] Hey.
Cherry's taking everyone to a dance class.
Oh, yeah, I'm good.
I got a, um, full body workout last night.
Come on. Put on some leg warmers. It'll be like old times.
[takes a deep breath] Five, six, seven, eight!
I just threw up in the parking lot. Fucking mai tais.
Puking before class like a real ballerina.
- [both chuckle] - We're hungover. Who fucking cares?
We're going to a showgirl dance class.
What, are they gonna teach us how to walk down stairs with our tits out?
[whining] Someone get me ice for my nipples. I need to warm up.
[sighs wearily]
Do you think they're ready?
Let 'em have it.
[coughing]
You all right, buddy?
[clears throat] Yeah, yeah, I think it's just the, uh... the pollen.
In the desert?
Hey! All right! Jer! Lev!
- We're over here. - [men chatting]
You know those guys?
Yeah, it's Jerry and Lev Zeissman. The Zeissman twins?
They do that show Havana Dreams over at, uh, Coconuts.
- They're our doubles partners. - Oh, man!
We're playing doubles?
Sam, we're networking.
So... Hey, guys!
- Hey! Fellas! - [Jerry] There he is. Look at this guy.
- Wait a minute. - [Bash] What?
- Hold on a second. You play a lot? - [Bash] No, no. When I can. You?
- Yeah, we dabble a little bit. - We dabble.
Yeah, I've been fooling around at the club with this Persian kid.
- What the hell's the kid's name? Akalee? - Ah, man. No.
- Apabee? What the... - Agassi?
- Agassi. Kid's got an arm like a cannon. - Hair like a woman.
- Wow. - [Jerry] Are you gonna go see
Milton Berle at the end of the week?
- Uncle Milty. One night only. - Doing that special with Sid Caesar.
Uh... I didn't get an invitation.
Should we?
- All right! You're already in. - We'll get you in.
- You guys! - [Jerry] There you go.
All right, okay.
- Are we gonna play or...? - We're just warming up a little bit.
[Lev] We're playing.
- This is Sam. - [Jerry] Great.
- [instrumental lounge music playing] - Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.Yes.
Your core, tighten it.
Yes.
Mm-hmm.
Tuck your tail in.
- Tuck your tail in. - Excuse me?
Oh, tuck your tail in so your ass doesn't stick out.
Your ass is still out.
Your ass, it's still out.
Your... Okay.
Yes, perfect. Very good, very good. [snapping fingers]
Do it, Sam!
- [fence rattles] - [Sam] Whoa!
- Your point. - Hey!
It's a friendly game. Don't worry about it.
Hey, I got a question for you. What level of SPF you wearing?
- You mean like suntan lotion? - [Jerry] Yeah, Bash, buddy.
- You're in the desert. It's a must. - [Lev] It is a must.
Let me tell you something. They took a mole off my forehead...
- You're not gonna believe this. - No kidding. Three millimeters.
- In diameter. - In diameter.
Look, if you need a good skin guy,
- go to Merucian. - Merucian.
He's an Armenian gentleman.
- But good. - But good.
- Knows what he's doing. He's good. - Yeah.
Ooh. You know who else is Armenian? Cher.
- [Jerry] Cher is also Armenian. - [Lev] And she's nice.
She's a nice girl.
You look at her, and you're like, "How can she be nice?"
She's a nice, nice girl.
- [Lev] Very nice. - Great.
- [Jerry] All right, let's go. Let's do it. - Old chatterbox Sylvie over here.
[Jerry laughs]
[big band music playing]
[Denise] Arms straight.
- [music stops] - All right, good job! Next group, come on.
Come on.
Let's go, ladies. Hustle up.
Get in line. Let's go.
Ladies, energy, smiles.
Face. Okay. Five, six, seven, eight!
[big band music resumes]
Light feet. Keep 'em up. Light. Light.
[music stops]
Okay! Okay, all together, let's go. All together.
[applauding]
[Denise] Ladies, it's very crowded, so please watch your spacing.
So it begins. The danse macabre, the dance of death.
[panting] They're all the same height. Like...
- the Rockettes. - Or department store mannequins
whose bodies don't need to contain organs.
[chuckles, exhales]
I gotta get out of here.
[Denise] All right. Five, six, seven, eight!
[big band music resumes playing]
Have you cried for that boy today?
I don't mean for yourself 'cause we lost the money,
I mean for him!
What he been through.
When do you think is the time to love somebody?
When he done good?
When he make life easier for everybody?
No.
No, no.
It's when he's at his lowest and can't believe in hisself
'cause the world done whipped him so.
When you starts to measure somebody,
measure him right, child.
Measure him right.
'Cause we all know men gonna lie about their measurements. Right, ladies?
And gentlemen?
That one over there. With the earring.
[class laughs]
Hey... Hey, excuse me. What are you doing?
Just a little ad-libbing. Making it more fun. More me.
[instructor] But... But you're not you.
You're Lena Younger,
who's been forced to sell her home because of the racism of the white man.
Well, as long as I sold it at the top of the market, then I'm good.
- [class laughs] - [clears throat]
All right.
All right, thank you.
All right, who's next?
Um...
Yep.
[Sheila clears throat]
Any time you're ready.
[clears throat]
Don't you think I can stand the sight of blood?
You think I'm weak.
Oh, I should like to see your blood flowing,
to see your brain on the chopping block,
all your sex swimming in a sea of blood.
I think could drink from your skull,
bathe my feet in your open breast,
- and eat your heart... - [instructor] Let's stop.
S-Stop, please.
[sighs]
I'm sorry. I said... I...
I think I said all the right words.
Per... Perhaps, but I can't hear them because I'm so distracted by all this.
Well, this is...
me.
And yet, as I said to Miss Dawson, uh,
acting is about putting the self aside in service of the text.
The text is feral, and I'm feral.
Wh-Whatever you are, [chuckles] it's a problem.
[exhales, choked up] You're the problem.
[claps hands, sighs] You know what? I fucking quit.
Acting is about putting aside the self, but he can't look beyond what I'm wearing?
- Ah! - Are you fucking kidding me?
- I mean, fuck that guy... - Sheila!
- ...and fuck the $200! - [Tammé] Sheila!
[panting]
- Can you get my purse for me, honey? - Oh, my God, your back...
It gets stiff.
- [groans] - Have you seen a doctor?
Dr. Hot Tub. Two hours in there, and I'll be back in business.
[grunts softly]
We should talk to Ruth. Or Debbie. Tell someone what's going on.
No, please. It's two more months. Show'll be over.
I'll see a doctor when I get back to LA. Okay?
- Okay. - Come here.
- Let me help you. - All right. Yeah, go ahead. [groans]
- You good? - I'm good!
Thanks again for seeing us on such short notice.
It was fun watching someone else kick their asses for a change.
- [both laugh] - It's no skin off my nose.
Twelve extra girls, ten bucks a head, one less hustle this week.
[Cherry] I thought you made good money at Rhapsody.
It's the longest-running show at the Fan-Tan.
Oh, um, I'm not actually in the show anymore. I had a baby.
- Congratulations! - Yeah, Brandon.
He's gonna be 15 months next week.
- Oh, so you took time off. - Well, I danced up until four months.
I was keeping everything really tight, and I wasn't showing
and I thought I had another month in me, but one day, I came off stage and just...
Whoo! [laughs]
Blood everywhere. All over my costume, all over the floor, just...
Mm! Everywhere.
- Jesus. - [Denise] Yeah.
Partial placental abruption.
Couldn't lift more than three pounds for the rest of my pregnancy.
So, a 35-pound backpack covered in ostrich feathers
and Swarovski crystals was out.
[exhales]
So when are they gonna put you back in the show?
They audition girls every six months.
So, last time, they said I wasn't ready.
But, uh, the next one's in just another couple months, so...
- Was it worth it? - [door opens]
[children yelling]
Sorry. My next class.
- [chuckles] - Hi, ladies!
- How are you? - [girls] Good.
You look wonderful. Have you been practicing?
- Yeah! - [Denise] Have you been practicing?
All right, let's come over here, and let's talk about our positions.
- All right. See you guys tonight. - [Lev] Tonight. I love it.
- [Bash] Stupendous showmanship. - [Jerry] Thank you. You too.
They're coming to the show tonight. And we're gonna be best friends
with Milton Berle. Not bad for one set, huh?
Come on, that wasn't a set.
Gossiping between every point, like a bunch of yentas.
I thought they were gonna send out for tea,
- like it was fucking cricket or something. - [chuckles] Sam...
If it was cricket, we'd be in flannels.
Look, I was just hoping to work up a sweat, that's all.
You wanna play another round?
- Jesus, yes, yes. - All right.
[grunts] Okay, but go easy on me, all right, big guy?
- All right, just shut up and hit the ball. - [Bash] You got it.
[fence rattles]
Fifteen-love.
["Big Mess" by Devo playing]
♪ I am Cowboy Kim ♪
All right.
♪ I am a lucky cowboy Let me tell you why ♪
Bam! Whoo!
- Oh! - Goddammit.
[sneakers squeaking]
[grunts]
Fuck that! Fuck you.
[Stacey] I just don't understand why we kept having to do it
over and over again. It just seemed like...
Aren't you coming to lunch? It's, uh, dim sum Tuesday.
Um, I'm not hungry.
[electronic music playing]
[panting]
[coughing]
- [lighter clicks] - [inhales and exhales]
[coughs]
[panting]
- Oh, God. So sorry. - Don't apologize.
I always take the stairs.
Yeah, well, I'm just trying to squeeze in a little exercise.
Get it where you can, you know?
Mm-hmm.
Would you like a little company?
I don't think I could ever give up performing completely.
Plus, you know, I... I'm the star of the show, so...
Oh, I get that.
I celebrated my 40th birthday doing high kicks
wearing a great big feather headdress.
But you would be amazed at how much more is possible
once you let that part go and pick up the reins.
Plus, you get to eat Häagen-Dazs.
Häagen-Dazs. Okay.
Is that a... a Danish fellow?
[laughs]
Um, look, I know we didn't hit it off right away,
and, uh, I'm not the biggest wrestling fan,
but woman to woman, my door is always open.
[door opens]
Ladies, we haven't been to the Sands in a while.
And there's that new dance party at the Tropicana.
- Do not say the word "dance." - Okay. Circus Circus?
Hello? Is nobody coming out with me tonight?
I'm hittin' the hot tub.
Tammé. You?
- No, my butt hurts too much. - Come on!
Almost like someone was right about you guys not being in shape.
Oh, fuck you, Cherry.
'Cause we are going out, we are partying...
because some things are worth fighting for.
[Dawn] No.
[groans]
Knockity, knock, knock, knock!
Backstage tour coming through. Don't get undressed yet.
But, ladies, please, don't stop on our account, okay?
O-Obviously, you guys have seen a backstage before.
Yeah, we have.
- Been banned from most of 'em. - [Sam] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What is this? You guys get lost on the way to the men's room?
- Hilarious. - Good one, Sam.
Ladies, this is Lev and Jerry Zeissman.
You might have heard of the Cuban show they've been doing over at Coconuts.
- We do it. - Oh, and this is Debbie,
uh, the hardest-working lady producer in showbiz.
- Ooh! Let me get a bite of this, huh? - It's so good to have you here. Hi. Um,
- hope you had good... good seats. - [Jerry] Oh, yeah. We did.
[Lev] Front row view for all the action.
Yeah, including when that big girl almost fell out of her costume.
- That was an accident. - Hey, hey, hey!
- This is Vegas. - Take it all off!
- I say put the knockers in the show. - [Lev] He said it.
- [Bash] Jerry! - Well, we're not showgirls.
No shit.
- [Jerry] What'd they say in the old days? - [Lev] Here we go.
- That a showgirl's tits... - Here we go!
...should fit perfectly right inside of a...
- What am I thinking of, Lev? - Champagne saucer.
- Oh!
Well, I'm more of a brandy snifter girl myself.
Maybe a pint glass.
- Personally, I like a little jiggle. - He's a jiggle guy.
- Is that wrong? Am I wrong? - Know what? I think we're done here.
- We just got here! - [Bash] Oh, let's get out of here!
Yeah! It's time to have a drink, you guys. Debs, would you like to join us?
- [whispers] Networking. - I'm so sorry. I would love to,
but I'd rather eat out a dog's asshole.
Fucking schmucks.
Jenny, drink your rum and coke. It'll perk you up.
I don't wanna perk up. I wanna sleep.
Forever.
[laughs dramatically]
Oh, my God. It worked.
- What worked? - Pretending you're funny.
Just... Oh. He's... He's coming over here. Get away from me.
Seriously?
Yeah. You think I forgot what happened with Phil?
- You owe me. - [Melrose] All right.
Bye-bye. [chuckles]
You're not lonely over here, are you?
- Not anymore. - [man chuckles softly]
I'm Paul.
What's your name?
What do you want it to be?
Oh!
Funny girl, huh?
You know me.
[Paul] I don't, actually.
But I'd like to.
Oh!
- You got a room? - [Melrose] Of course.
I practically live here.
[Paul] Great.
You want to, uh...
discuss rate?
Um... We can... Look...
We can figure all that out later.
Okay, then.
You wanna get out of here?
Will you wait one second?
Jenny! He thinks I'm a hooker.
That's terrible. Do you feel ashamed?
Are you fucking kidding me? He's so hot.
And he thinks I'm so hot that he would pay money to fuck me.
I'm gonna take him upstairs, so stay out of the fucking room.
Love you.
So, when you hug, you're... you're supposed to put your arms up.
[sighs] Wanna grab some dinner?
No, I... I cannot eat from that garbage buffet again.
Debbie...
you need to eat something.
Oh, okay, Mom. Back off.
[clears throat]
But would you eat dinner with...
- a showgirl? - [chuckles]
♪ Dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah ♪
[Debbie] Wha... Yeah. [chuckles]
♪ Dah-dah-dah! ♪
You don't look like a showgirl.
You look like a band nerd in a giant hat.
Oh, you have to use your imagination.
Well, it's hard to when you're wearing a blouse
that saw my grandmother through the Great Depression.
Fine.
[hums burlesque music]
No! [laughs]
♪ Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah ♪
♪ Dah-dah-dah-dah ♪
- ♪ Dah-dah, dah-dah-dah-dah ♪ - No. No. No.
- ♪ Dah-dah, dah-dah, dah-dah-dah-dah ♪ - Ruth, no.
Ruthie! No!
♪ Diddly-diddly-diddly-diddly Dee-dee-dee ♪
[both laughing hysterically]
[Ruth] Oh, it's so heavy.
Hey, ladies. I...
- Oh, my God. - [Sam] Okay.
Um...
All right, so I came in to apologize
for those Zeissman dickheads,
but, uh, but you...
- seem fine in here, huh? - We're great.
Is, uh, she covered up?
No.
All right, Ruth. S-Sorry.
[door closes]
[snickers]
What'd I miss?
[both moan]
- [laughs] - That was amazing.
I aim to please.
[sighs]
I should probably go.
- Yeah, I guess so. - [chuckles]
Well...
[giggles]
[clears throat] This part is always awkward.
Don't I know it.
Especially when we didn't nail down the details beforehand.
Right.
But, uh... I'd say after the night we had,
$200 seems fair?
[chuckles] Oh, my goodness!
Oh, my God, honey, more than fair.
- Great. - [Melrose chuckles]
You need to go get cash?
What are you talk... What are you talking about?
To pay me.
Pay you? You're supposed to pay me.
Uh, that's not how this works. [chuckles]
How... [chuckles] How what works?
You see, like, you hire a hooker, then you pay.
Exactly. And you hired me.
Are you saying that you're some sort of male prostitute?
That's one way of putting it.
I thought you thought I was a prostitute.
[laughs] Oh, come on.
Well, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, but you owe me 200 bucks.
No. Fuck no.
- Fuck no. I am not fucking paying you. - Why not?
Because I don't pay for sex.
And you came like a fucking faucet.
- That's a physiological response. - Okay.
You know, a creative professional experiences satisfaction from their work,
- but that doesn't mean you don't pay them. - Oh, my God!
That's funny. You're an artist!
I didn't realize you were an artist now! Everyone,
- the Picasso of fucking gigolos is here! - [Paul] Okay, you know what?
- If it was just me... Uh... - Uh-huh?
Well, I don't know... I don't know! I got a pimp, all right?
And... And one way or another, they're gonna get their cut.
I have a pimp too. And a lawyer.
A lawyer who's gonna argue
that I didn't enter into a binding contractual agreement
with you, verbal or otherwise.
No. This is not over.
[Melrose] Yeah. It's obviously not over 'cause you have no fucking pants on.
- I'm getting my pants on. - [Melrose] Yeah.
- And I'm getting outta here. - [Melrose] Uh-huh.
Don't forget your silk underwear.
Yeah, I got all of it.
- [door slams] - Motherfuck!
[sighs]
[Keith, in singsong voice] Cherry?
Cherry Bang?
[in normal voice] What you doing in there, girl? Come on out here now.
What?
Oh... What? Did your temperature drop?
I don't think I wanna do this.
Okay. All right. Come here. What's wrong?
Come here. Come here, baby. Have a seat.
Did something happen between this morning and right now?
I just... [sighs]
I just realized that we never really talked about
what this is gonna do to my body.
Ideally?
Put a baby in it. [chuckles]
- There's so many things that can go wrong. - Okay, yeah, we know that. We know.
Believe me, we know that better than anybody.
But, baby, oh...
what if everything goes right?
All right, what about the show?
[Keith] What about the show? It's only for two more months.
You know, just take it easy till then.
Phone it in. Lord knows the rest of them are, shit.
[exhales sharply] And then what?
I'll be out of commission for, what?
- Six months? - All right. Okay. [sighs]
[Cherry] A year?
Two?
I mean, this is my body.
- This is my livelihood. - Then it'll be my turn.
I'll get more work.
I'll do my part. I'll step it up.
You know what I'm saying? Like, when we get back,
I'm definitely gonna be making a lot more phone calls.
I'm gonna be going out for everything. Anything I see, I'm going out for.
Doing what?
Driving Camaros off cliffs while I'm stuck at home with the kid?
Hold up. While you're stuck at home?
No, that's...
that's not what I meant. I'm... [sighs]
I'm just...
I'm just asking.
Is that what you want?
[choked up] What I want, Cherry, is a fuckin' family! Fuck!
[crying] That's what I want.
I thought we both did.
And ever since I met you, I have been waiting!
Waiting for you to finish your job.
Waiting for you to finish your movie. And then waiting for you to even...
[groans]...to even be able to talk about this shit again
after you had a miscarriage.
[takes a deep breath] I don't think I wanna have a baby.
[sighs, sniffles]
Does it matter what I want?
[sighs] I don't... I don't know.
[sighs] Then I don't know what I'm doing here.
- No, Keith... - All right, well, you don't know.
- You said you don't fucking know. - [crying] Keith, come on.
- Keith, where are you goin'? - Out. Gonna get a drink. [sniffles]
- Somewhere I don't have to see your ass. - [Cherry] Keith!
[door opens, slams]
- Manny! ¿Cómo estás? - [Manny] You know how it is! [chuckles]
You think about putting me in the show yet?
You need a sexy luchador?
Maybe, but right now, I need two cheeseburgers.
Okay, mami. Go over there, relax, and I'll bring it out, okay?
- Thanks, mami. [kisses] - Papi.
- Sam saw my boobs. - He did.
Mm-hmm.
At least they’re champagne tits.
What? No, today I found out that my boobs are too big
and my ass is four times the size of every showgirl in Las Vegas.
- [Ruth] Debbie... - No, don't... No!
Don't make me feel better. It's not... It's, "Debbie, your ass is not big."
Your ass is big.
It's big, and juicy, and sexy,
and it's an honor to have it in my face every night.
- [laughs] Honor? - You're not a ballerina, Debbie. You're...
an actress, and a wrestler,
and a businesswoman,
and a hot fucking piece, and you fucking know it.
And why... why do you have to beat yourself up
because you're not six-foot-two and 70 pounds?
Because this...
I don't know. Because...
when I was, I don't know, 14, I...
I got the idea that, okay,
the only thing people are ever gonna notice about me is my body,
so I guess it better be fucking perfect, and somehow it's never left me.
Um, Deb, no offense, but that's really stupid.
Mm-hmm. I know. That's...
I'm someone's mother, for fuck's sake.
And mothers are allowed to eat cheeseburgers.
Yeah.
[Debbie chuckles]
Oh, my God.
[Ruth chuckles]
Starving.
[both chuckling]
Me too.
How? You were at the buffet for hours.
And I'll probably have ice cream before bed.
Oh, okay. Now you're just being a bitch.
- [laughs] - Hey, Manny?
Hey, dos vanilla milkshakes.
- Yeah, okay. Dos vanilla for the ladies. - [man in kitchen replies in Spanish]
Today in that dance class,
I kept looking at them and then looking at us,
and it made me think of that scene in Funny Girl...
When... When Barbra puts the pillow under her wedding dress
to make it look like she's pregnant and comes down the stairs...
[both laughing]
[imitating Barbra Streisand] ♪ I am the beautiful reflection ♪
♪ Of my love's affection ♪
[both] ♪ A walking illustration ♪
♪ Of his ♪
♪ Adoration ♪
[both laughing]
A pregnant showgirl. Can you imagine?
Oh, they must take them out to the desert and shoot them.
[door handle rattles]
[keys clatter]
[grunts softly]
[player clicks]
[Mark on TV] Randy.
Hey, Randy. Come here. Come here, come say hi to Mom.
[Randy coos]
- [Mark] Whoa! Ooh! You okay? - [sentimental piano music playing]
[Mark] What is that?
Is that a horse?
Can you say "horse"?
- [Randy] Horse! - [clears throat] Mm.
[Mark] Hey, Randy, can you wave to Mom?
Wave to Mom.
There you go! [chuckles]
Can you say "Hi, Mommy"?
[Randy] Hi!
Mama!
[clears throat]
[Randy laughing]
Hmm.
[Randy babbling]
["Disorder" by Joy Division playing]
[chokes]
[retches]
[spitting and coughing]
♪ I've been waiting for a guide to come And take me by the hand ♪
[spitting and coughing continues]
♪ Could these sensations ♪
- ♪ Make me feel the pleasures ♪ - [toilet flushes]
♪ Of a normal man? ♪
♪ Lose sensation, spare the insults Leave them for another day ♪
♪ I've got the spirit, lose the feeling Take the shock away ♪
♪ It's getting faster, moving faster Now it's getting out of hand ♪
♪ On the tenth floor, down the back stairs It's a no-man's-land ♪
♪ Lights are flashing, cars are crashing Getting frequent now ♪
♪ I've got the spirit, lose the feeling Let it out somehow ♪