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Thank you. I'm Jane DeLuca, this is Johnny Figgis,
and our band.
I'm going to take a leak, Babe.
Did you see that b*tch, man?
I'm going to f*** her!
Girl, that man is so fine!
Yeah, actually he is.
Is this your first date?
Mm hm. Listen, do you need to clear something? Go
ahead and take everything, just leave us the glasses.
No, I was the singer up there. You didn't see me? I
What are you talking about?
You don't know? Oh Baby! You had the biggest,
going like this.
Oh my God. You could see it from up there?
Oh my God! All right.
You blew my rent, man! I had an important A &R guy
coming down and you f***ed me! You know what? You're
outta here! You're canceled! Forget it!
No, you can't...Hey, wait!
Wait for what? Till you learn to sing?
What's up with him? What did he want?
You wanna know what's up with him? That son-of-a-
b*tch just f***ed us!
You know, this town is dead for me anyway. We got
something. You know what I'm saying?
Yeah, it's telling us we're f***ing fired! That's
what it's telling us.
Well, no, not just this. I mean, maybe L.A. isn't the
answer to our problems.
Well, what does that mean?
city. It's good money. It's in the city. And I've
sets her hair everyday, this is suddenly a factor?
Yo! Get the f*** outta the way!
You get the f*** out of my way! Do you understand?
Go back to Pakistan!
got to look ahead. I mean, how long have you've been
doing this sh*t? What, for seventeen years? Look...
Look, what? Look, what?!
I don't want that to happen to me, okay?
You should be so lucky!
Hey, I got priorities here, you know!
it. She's like Yoko with bangs!
They don't say that she's holding me back, okay?
Look. All I'm saying is, don't go to L.A. All right?
I mean, even if you don't got sh*t going on here, you
still got all that voice-over stuff...
Let me tell you something, man. You stay here. You
stay here and you play daddy, okay? I'm gone.
drive to the west coast.
That was in '78. I was supposed to be the new Aretha,
neither one, so I was something that no one had ever
So I'm gettin' the f*** out! (To waitress): Could I
get some french fries, please?
Coming right up.
You know, head down to L.A., get some gigs going, get
the heat happening.
there, and then head on to San Diego on my own.
You know, I used to sing, too.
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