[ Violin music plays ] [ Crying ]
Narrator: In moments when we're feeling lost,
the support of a trusted friend
can help us find our way out of the darkness.
[ Music stops ]
Hmm...
[ Music continues ]
[ Crying ]
Narrator: But the Three Busy Debras are allergic to light.
[ Door creaks open ] [ Groaning ]
[ Door closes ]
There you are.
Why did you miss brunch?! We assumed you were dead.
Wait, if she's alive, who did we just cremate?
-Eeesh. -Unh.
Do you ever feel like you have nothing to live for?
I'm falling apart at the seams.
[ Gasps ] [ Groans ]
Debra! Stop! Feeling! Sad!
You're bumming me out!
You're acting like I can control how I feel.
So naive.
I can only control how you feel.
[ Voice breaking ] I can't get through to her.
It's hopeless.
Let me go sweet-talk her. Mm.
Stop that. You are not depressed.
You're just disgusting.
[ Groans ]
Oh! I know what will fix it.
Why don't we go to the mall and get me some new toys?
Ah, that will really make me feel better.
[ Both squeal ]
Please, no.
[ Thud ]
[ Groans ]
-Whee! -Whee!
[ Thud ]
-Yeah! -Yeah!
♪♪
[ Up-tempo music plays ]
Time for some retail therapy.
The only form of self-help my insurance will cover.
You know what they say about the mall --
If you're not having fun, you're the problem.
[ Flatly ] I'm having fun.
[ Ting! ]
Okay, what's our order of attack here, Debras?
[ Thud ] Debra.
When I think about my future,
all I see is a big black hole.
Is there a store for that?
I mean, there is. It's just really far away.
Enough! I am not gonna let your bad attitude
ruin my bad attitude.
Come on, let's go!
Welcome to Slippy's Wet Rugs, home of the wet rug.
How may we wet you?
Do you have this one in sopping?
[ Groaning ]
Leave me alone.
I'm trying to drown.
If you drown in it, you buy it.
We need to get her out of here.
She is going to ruin our reputation
at the most prestigious rug store in the entire mall.
[ Groaning ]
Keep the change.
[ Cracking ]
I know today's been a little rough, Debra.
So we'd like to do something to make it easier...
for us.
We're gonna cover up your flaws in so much couture
it'll be like you never burdened us with your little mood.
It's the least you could do.
[ Flatly ] You two are amazing friends.
Thank you. Hee hee hee!
♪ Je m'appelle the mall ♪
♪ Enchanté, the store ♪
♪ Ciao, bella, to the disco ♪
♪ C'est la vie, bonjour ♪
♪ Shopping bags with all my friends ♪
♪ $100, time to spend ♪
♪ Sales and high heels, that's our style ♪
♪ Fashion, glamour, walk a mile ♪
♪ Makeup, diamonds, take a chance ♪
♪ Come on, darlings, time to dance ♪
♪ Zippers, earrings, never stop ♪
♪ Shop the walk and talk the talk ♪
♪ Je m'appelle the mall ♪
♪ Enchanté, the store ♪
♪ Ciao, bella, to the disco ♪
♪ C'est la vie, bonjour ♪
[ Screams, grunts ]
What is your problem?
We've been throwing money at you all day,
and you're still not happy.
You know, I didn't think it was possible,
but you guys are somehow making me feel worse
than I did before.
Oh, thank you.
It feels so good to make a difference.
I think I need to be alone.
By myself.
Go away!
Fine. But if you need us,
we'll be in the food court.
♪♪
Mommy, what's wrong with that old lady?
Don't look at her, honey. She's unfulfilled.
♪♪
[ Thud ]
[ Groaning ]
[ Indistinct voices whispering ]
[ Whimpering ]
Hello?
Woman: We've got fresh blood.
Come closer. We don't bite.
We?
Who -- Who are you?
Not who.
What.
[ Hissing ]
[ Whimpers ]
Welcome to the Cavern of the Undesirables.
[ Laughter ]
[ Screaming ]
[ Gavel banging ] Order!
Welcome to Food Court,
where hot food gets served cold justice.
We will now hear sentencing
in the case of Burger vs. Lemoncurd.
[ Gavel bangs ]
I hereby sentence this burger to...
20 minutes on the grill.
[ Spectators gasp ] Serves him right for what he did.
Excuse me. What'd the burger do?
Cyberbullying.
Oh, my God.
Wow.
You've got some schmutz on your face.
♪♪
Why the long face, Debra?
Don't go all Debra on me now.
[ Chuckles ] Sorry.
It's just, seeing the finger reminded me of its owner...
Debra.
I wonder how she's doing.
Who cares? Mm.
Let's go sit in direct sunlight on my hot car
and see who passes out first.
Good luck beating me.
I'm really good at passing out
because of all of my pre-existing conditions.
♪♪
[ Screaming ]
[ Indistinct talking ]
Woman: There we go. There we go.
Woman #2: Shh.
Tell us...
your name.
I'm Debra.
Woman: Mm-hmm.
Debra.
-Debra. -Debra.
I'm Diana.
That's Maureen.
And that's Sarah.
She used to be a paralegal.
How did you end up like this?
And by this, I mean so disgusting, messed up,
completely destroyed.
We were chewed up and spit out by so-called friends
who weren't there for us in our hour of need.
Sound familiar? We have created a safe space.
-Safe space. -Safe space.
Where women can express themselves without fear.
Together: And selves without...
Enough.
Sorry. Our bad.
Do you want to give it a try?
[ Laughs ]
♪♪
Um...
[ Chuckles ] Oh, I don't know.
I guess if I had to pinpoint the problem,
it might be something sort of that...
I feel like I have all this wasted potential.
And here I am with seven PhDs, six Mazadaratis,
and all I got was this lousy T-shirt?
Oh. If that's all there is,
what's the point?
Woman: Mm.
[ Grunts ]
Wow, that felt amazing!
Thanks, ladies!
I went through something similar once.
Sorry. Is anyone else hearing, like, a horrible echo?
When I was 28, I got my dream job.
Two weeks later, I was diagnosed with pregnancy.
Oh, my God.
It forced me to make the hardest decision I --
Well, you want a medal?
What? Excuse me?
I was just trying to relate to you,
to make you feel less alone.
I'm supposed to feel less alone
when I hear about the time your baby was pregnant?
God, listening is horrible.
No wonder the Debras were so mad at me.
Ugh. You know what? I'm gonna go.
How am I supposed to get out of here?
Mark my words, Debra.
If you walk through that door, you can never come back.
Yeah, that's how doors work, idiot.
Now I'm gonna go back to my abusive relationship
with my horrible friends.
I win!
[ Woman gasping, screaming ]
♪♪
[ Pounding ] [ Gasps ]
Debra, you came back!
I had the biggest breakthrough today.
[ Sighs ] Here we go.
You know what? I'm gonna keep it to myself.
That's our Debra.
Promise us -- You'll never get depressed again.
If I do, you'll never hear about it.
Pinkie swear.
[ Laughs ]
Yay!
Man: And now Lemoncurd's
number-one hit single of the week --
"90 Minutes of Silence."
[ Both scream ]
[ No audio ]
♪♪
No. No.
Yeah. Yeah.
Sarah, please.
Don't talk about my friend Sarah like that.
♪♪
[ Rats squeaking ]
[ Screams ]
♪♪