Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist

Hey, this is Tris.

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Hey, Tris, it's Nick. How are you?

It's about 3 in the afternoon.

I think you're probably

still at school.

I stayed home today.

I took a personal day.

I wanted to finish up

some creative projects...

...and stuff that I've been working on

around here.

Nothing to do with you or anything.

So I'm sorry, real sorry I missed you.

I was hoping to get you on the phone.

Haven't talked to you in a while...

...and I just kind of wanted to

speak to you at some point.

You know, I think last time

we spoke...

...we both kind of said some really

nasty things that neither of us meant.

You know, just, like...

...when you broke up with me,

you know...

...and everything, on my b-day.

Also, that mixed CD

that I left on your doorstep...

...was the last one

that I'll be making for you.

More or less.

Anyway, give me a call.

I'm doing very well.

I hope you're great.

Have a great weekend,

and do something fun, you know.

Just get out there.

Call me, though,

when you get a chance.

All right. Bye.

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Norah.

Norah.

It's Friday, pumpkin.

I'm sorry. Do you mind?

I'm in my zone.

- Oh, you're in your zone. I'm so...

- What?

- What?

- What?

What? What? What?

Could you please

come join my zone?

Hey, guys.

- Hi.

- Hey, Tris.

He made another one.

Look at the ridiculous cover art.

L...

Don't.

- Don't do it.

- Don't do what?

Let's go already.

He makes the best mixes in the world.

Look at this cover art.

Tris does not know

what she gave up.

"Road to Closure Volume 12"?

Poor bastard.

You are so in love with this guy

it is ridiculous.

Okay, I have never met him.

I have no idea who he is.

I'm just gonna put this in my iPod.

Is that always there?

Yes, always.

Sorry.

That's where we put the garbage.

Yo.

- Yo.

- I'm not going.

- What do you mean you're not going?

- Let's load the van.

I don't wanna go.

I'm taking a mental-health day.

We have a gig, Nicky.

This is a big night for us.

This is our first night

with our new name.

We are the Jerk Offs,

and we finally found a drummer.

You found a drummer? Who?

That's a children's toy.

Who's gonna operate that thing?

- You.

- Okay. Thanks for coming by, guys.

Nicky.

We love you, okay...

...but you've been depressed

for a month and it's not cool.

Get your clothes.

We're gonna play this gig...

...then find you something better.

- Someone better.

- Yes.

Not that easy. You don't know

what it's like to be straight. It's awful.

Jersey's only source for indie rock.

And for all of you

Where's Fluffy fans out there...

...for the first time since the last time,

looks like Fluffy's to be found...

...somewhere in the five boroughs

tonight.

The rarest show on Earth

is rumored to go on after hours...

...so keep an eye out

for those white rabbits.

You never know

where they might lead you.

Fluffy. You can't say no to Fluffy.

- Okay, all right. I'll go.

- Yes.

- Let me put some clothes on.

- Put some clothes on.

- But I'm taking my own car.

- And put on some pants.

- Oh, my God.

- What?

Okay.

I just got a text from Carrie

saying Where's Fluffy...

...is doing a surprise show tonight.

- Oh, my God.

Last time they had a surprise show

it was at Arlene's. Start there.

Okay, wait.

Promise me that you won't get drunk

and leave me alone the whole night.

When have I ever done that?

I promise.

Caroline.

Did you hear? Who's Fluffy is playing

in the city tonight. I love that band.

It's "Where's Fluffy. "

Whatever. So I'm bringing this guy.

He's been following me around

the mall for months.

- Maybe it's your scent.

- Yeah, what's that called?

"I Cheat on People"

by Calvin Klein?

And what do you wear?

"My Daddy's Famous" by Dior?

- All right, you're both pretty.

- I was only kidding. So sensitive.

Okay, talk to you later.

Bye.

- Why do you humor her?

- She's not that bad.

We grew up with her.

Just don't let it ruin your night.

Fluffy.

- Fluffy. Fluffy.

- Fluffy. Fluffy.

Goddamn it. Come on.

Cheers.

- Hey, baby, you look good.

- No, you look good, baby.

- Give it.

- It's mine.

We are the Jerk Offs.

Nick, the drum machine. Turn it off.

I don't know how this works.

There's no off button.

You suck!

Drum machines suck.

Your mother buy that for you?

- Oh, my God, you dirty little slut.

- What? What did I...?

You're practically blowing him

with your eyes.

I am not. You cannot do anybody

with your eyes, Caroline.

Well, you can. But whatever.

He's a complete mo, look at him.

He is not a mo.

Look at how shitty he's dressed.

- His Supercuts haircut. He's coming.

- I know.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

That was really good.

Well, he's bridge-and-tunnel,

obviously.

If he's bridge-and-tunnel,

then what does that make us?

Doesn't make us anything.

You're very drunk. Come on, let's go.

Whatever, you're drunk.

Why don't you cut the cord, Mom?

Hi.

- God.

- Hi, I've been looking at you guys.

Have you been looking at me?

Hey, Nicky.

Ask this beefy guy

what his name is for me.

- What's your name?

- Anything you want it to be.

- He's creepy.

- He's harmless.

And he's gonna help us find Fluffy.

What's your problem?

She's here.

You told her

not to come to the shows.

I did. She came anyway.

Don't even think

about going over there.

I need to say hi if she came

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