03x11 - Super Mouth

[bunniefuu]

This is the audition
for Disclosure the Musical.

It is based on the 1994 movie Disclosure,

which was not a musical,

starring Michael Douglas and Demi Moore.

Demi Moore is Michael Douglas's boss.

She invites him to her office
and gives him oral sex,

but he decides he doesn't want
to have full sex and leaves.

Demi Moore is mad and says
Michael Douglas has sexually harassed her.

The movie is confusing.
Group one, you're up.

♪ It's finally happening ♪

♪ We've waited so long ♪

♪ They've captured the magic ♪

♪ And put it to song ♪

♪ Got to land the part ♪

♪ Got to keep my composure ♪

♪ To be in the musical of the movie ♪

♪ Disclosure ♪

All right, people. Let's get started.
Who's up first, please?

I'm Nick Birch, and I'm reading
for the Michael Douglas role.

♪ I'm a family man ♪

♪ Not a sexual harasser ♪

♪ My boss tried to do me ♪

♪ Now my life's a disaster ♪

♪ I only let her blow me ♪

♪ I did nothing wrong ♪

Wow, very loud. Thank you.

Um, Jessi Glaser. I guess I'll read
for the dutiful wife?

♪ No matter what happens
I'll stay at my station ♪

♪ Through scandals and lies
And public humiliation ♪

♪ 'Cause standing by her husband
Is a woman's job ♪

What the f*ck? Really?

♪ Don the costumes and build the sets ♪

♪ It's gonna be weird and inappropriate ♪

♪ We're making a musical
Of the movie Disclosure ♪

♪ It's a story about women kickin' butt ♪

♪ And bein' rapists just like dudes ♪

♪ My character's name
Is Señorita Cleaning Lady ♪

♪ Mine's Hot Asian with Asian Boobs ♪

♪ Ah, the smell of the greasepaint
The roar of the crowd ♪

♪ Are dangerously toxic
And frighteningly loud ♪

♪ I'd rather just do tech
And stay out of sight ♪

Okay, next.

Um, I'm Missy Foreman-Greenwald,

and I'm auditioning
for the part of Demi Moore.

♪ I'm a modern '90s woman
I'll take what I want ♪

♪ In my power suit
My cleavage I'll flaunt ♪

♪ No man is not gonna bone me
Without a fight ♪

Oh, I felt that one.

♪ Sorry, I'm late, g*ng
But have no fear ♪

♪ Your little show is saved
Your leading man is here ♪

♪ Clear the stage
All you wannabes and posers ♪

♪ You're gonna be dazzled
Appalled and perplexed ♪

♪ Our parents will squirm
Watching us simulate sex ♪

♪ When we're doin' a musical
Of the movie ♪

- ♪ Disclosure ♪
- ♪ Disclosure ♪

Thank you, everyone.

The cast list will be posted
after you skip the main titles.

♪ I'm goin' through changes ♪

♪ I'm goin' through changes ♪

♪ Oh, in my life ♪

♪ Oh, ooh, ooh ♪

Oh, Matt, you're gonna make
a great Michael Douglas.

You know, he's a personal hero of mine,

a man so dedicated
to the art of cunnilingus

that he managed to blame
his throat cancer on it.

Holy sh*t, I got the Michael Douglas part.

What, him?

Uh, I mean, this is some real bullshit.

Congratulations, Nick.

Oh, thanks, man. Feeling really blessed,
you know. Prayer hands.

Um, I think someone's doing a big prank.

It says here I'm playing
the Demi Moore part.

It's not a prank.

You don't have to be an astrophysicist
to know that you're a star.

Lars!

Well, it's really only because I have
the best acting coach in the world.

Oh, please.
I just told you to do the work.

Because it's all about the work.

- Well, and the craft.
- Right.

- But mostly the work.
- Okay.

- And putting in the time.
- Of course.

I'm looking forward to putting in the time
to do the work with you, Missy.

- What about the craft?
- "Secretary Number Girl?"

That's not even a number,
let alone a character.

Oh, thank God I'm stage crew.
I look great in crew black.

It's very slimming...

Um, why don't I see the name
Lola Scumpy up here?

Because I have a very special role
for you.

Lola Ugfuglio Scumpy,

will you be my stage manager?

Oh, my God, you know my confirmation name?

Um, I'm sorry. Did you say Ugfuglio?

He's the patron saint
of sausage and peppers.

♪ Things keep getting better ♪

♪ Things keep getting better ♪

- Antoni, who are we doin' this week?
- Well, the dossier says

we're working with Coach Steve Steve.

He's 47,
and his goal is to get his job back.

Ooh, girl, I love me some coach, honey.
Craig T Nelson is an icon, accept it.

And he was nominated by a child.
Aww.

So, my best friend lives
in a shipping container,

and he f*cked my mom.

He recently got fired from my school,
and he always looks like total dog sh*t.

- Jesus.
- So, I don't know.

Can you guys, like, gay-rescue him?

I am loving the child's
confident vest moment.

Mm-hm.

- We're here.
- Steve! It's us.

- Where is he?
- I'm here. I'm right over here.

This is incredible.

- So, obviously, you know why we're here.
- No idea.

But you fine people came
to the diaper barge and jumped on me.

This is the best day of my life, baby.

Okay, so this place is a little bit dirty,

but barges are Paris, honey.

They're the Seine.
They are Audrey Hepbur... Ow.

- Diaper fight!
- You kidding me?

- Yay!
- No, uh-uh.

This is how people get sick. I'm out.

- So, is there, like, a fridge or...
- Oh, no, no, no.

You can't have food here
on account of the birds.

The birds run the barge,

and you know what they say,

"The birds run the barge."

So, you're serving me
some Clark-Gable-meets-Super-Mario vibes.

I do like to jump on turtles.

What is your current grooming situation,
sweetie?

- I call it the brush.
- Okay.

'Cause it's one brush I use
for all my parts, my head, my teeth,

- my peena.
- Your peena?

And my assh*le.

Jesus in my vag*na, that poor brush.

So, Steve, I wanna know
all about Bridgeton Middle.

Oh, I love that school.

The walls go up
until they hit the top wall

and then they go sideways.

Hearing Steve talk,
there's a real childlike innocence to him.

The walls. The walls go down,
and then that's a room.

He's dumb. He's a dumb man.

The dumb ones pound the hardest, honey.

Listen up, g*ng.

- Let's get real for a sec.
- Yeah.

Disclosure the Musical is an exploration
of the dangerous times

- that we men are now forced to navigate.
- Wow, wow, wow, wow.

This play dares to harass
the very notion of sexual harassment

and say, "Uh, yeah, me too."

Yes, woke king, I'm with him.

Okay, no.

This play discredits women
who have the courage to speak out.

It's a misogynistic fantasy.
Have any of you guys even read this?

I actually just read my part.

See, he barely even cares.

Why am I not the lead?

He sings like an angel,
and he has the face of a god.

Honestly, Matthew,

- I just don't buy you as a romantic lead.
- What?

Is he saying
gay guys can't play straight?

Uh, hello, Jim Parsons, anyone?
Sheldon turns Blossom out on the regs.

And how come I got cast
as Señorita Cleaning Lady?

My only line is
"Yes, Mr. Michael Douglas."

Because diversity.

Why does my character get slapped
on the ass and then apologize for it?

Ugh! Actors! If you whiny nobodies
hate the play so much, just quit.

Great idea, Lola. I quit.

Yeah. Me, too.

Yeah, f*ck this play,
right in its tight p*ssy.

How was that, Lizer,
straight enough for you?

Lola, could you please escort Lisa Simpson
and her friends off my stage?

With pleasure, Terry.

Missy, come on.
Don't you see how offensive this play is?

You can't quit.
We worked too hard to get you here.

I'm sorry, Jessi. But don't worry,

I'll effect positive change from within.

Or maybe I'll just get caught up
in the fame

and have a really good time
being the star of the show.

Ugh!

Let's be honest about what
this binding arbitration is about.

I'm an aggressive woman.

Are you? Make me believe it, Missy.

Make him believe it, kiddo.

♪ Some girls tread so softly ♪

♪ Aiming just to serve and please ♪

♪ While me, I grab life by the balls ♪

♪ I won't live on my knees ♪

♪ And when things get rough and tumble ♪

♪ Onto my back I shall not flop ♪

♪ 'Cause an aggressive woman ♪

- ♪ Likes to be on top ♪
- Ooh.

Whoa, Missy's foot came right close
to your Nicky dicky.

Yeah. She's really good.

She makes me want to learn my lines.

Where did that come from, Missy?

That was totally hot.

I don't know.
Something came over me, I guess.

Siri, text Andrew Glouberman.

Missy's performance is like my d*ck

after a weekend
in Russell Crowe's sweat lodge, sizzling.

- Oh, I know.
- Jesus, Andrew,

you can't sneak up on me like that.

This isn't Russell Crowe's sweat lodge.

Oh, I guess my crew blacks
make me blend into the shadows.

Terry, is their amateurism giving you
a migraine?

Shall we just, like, call it, Terry?

Yeah, I think so.

Thank God
I have one competent person here.

All right, people,
you don't have to go home,

but you can't stay here,

is what my mom's boyfriend said to me
as I stood in my own bedroom.

♪ And when things get
rough and tumble ♪

♪ Onto my back I shall not flop ♪

♪ 'Cause an aggressive woman... ♪

♪ Likes to be on top ♪

Holy granoly, who are you?

I'm Mona, you horny little spaz,

and I'm your new hormone monstress.

What? No! I'm still not ready.

Nonsense. I saw you on stage.

Your juice was... loose.

Oh, God! Gross.

Not gross.

It was liberating, exhilarating.

Maybe even titillating?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby, see?

- It felt good.
- It did.

It did! I really liked it.

Right, darling.

There's a storm brewing,
and it's hot and wet.

- Ooh!
- Hurricane Missy's gonna wreak havoc.

Hurricane Missy?

Now, let's grab that shower head
and make it rain upside down.

Oh, oh, okay!

Okay, Steve.
So, since you live on the water,

I thought we'd do
a fresh, simple seafood dish.

Ceviche is where you... Oh!

Help me! Help! Help!

Oof, magoof.

So, Steve, as a dumb man,
how would you describe your style?

- Oh, I don't have the sty any more.
- No, no, style.

I guess, like,
a little skin volcano on my eye.

Hey, Tan, would it be gay
if I told you I'm living for this shirt,

but I'd be dying
if it came in a floral print?

Oh, my gosh, so gay and so lovely.

Fashion wolf!
Okay, or whatever.

Shoo!

I do not even think y'all are ready
to see the new and improved Coach Steve.

Oh, you did such a good job.

Oh, my gosh, Jonathan, he looks beautiful.

Oh, Coach Steve,
what do you think of your new look?

- What. What look?
- Right there. In the mirror.

You mean the window? What,
the handsome man who does everything I do?

Look, he's still do... he's still doing it.

Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah.
Oh, okay, no, he... he's different.

Good morning, Mr. CEO.

Am I dressed appropriately for work
today?

Wow, you really look like a senior VP.

Well, I like your big business desk,

but it's missing something.

Me.

Missy, please, what's gotten into you?

You just look so cute in that suit,
I couldn't help myself.

Well, please try.

Smooches are for the weekend,
and the last I checked, it's Wednesday.

Cheese and crackers, I went too far.

Ugh! No, you didn't go far enough.

Here's what you do.

Sneak into his house and go down on him
under the table

- while he eats dinner with his family.
- Why?

You're gonna fellate him so hard, he's
gonna forget the Pledge of Allegiance.

Are you saying
the Pledge of Allegiance at dinner?

Hey, Missy, I love the new look.

Wow, Nick, your hair looks great.

Hmm, who's this little hooker?

- You like it?
- Touch it. Touch the Michael Douglas hair.

- Wow, silky. It's very realistic.
- Hey, I have a question.

How would you feel about
running lines after school?

- Um, how would I feel about running li...
- Yes. Yes!

- Yes!
- How about you stop by my house tonight?

- Yeah, great. Okay, I'll see you later.
- You're gonna sit on his face

and use that hair as a seat belt.

- Bye, Nick.
- See you later, Nick.

We already spent $58 on a wig
for Nick Birch.

- We're not canceling the show.
- Yeah, I understand.

It was an expensive wig.

But the play is insulting to women.

And Asian people.

All races.

♪ And talented actors ♪

Lizer refused to give me the lead
because I'm gay.

And gay is a synonym for talented.
Look it up.

I know you kids think you're fighting
for something important here.

But have you ever stopped to consider
that you're annoying?

- What?
- I have eight days left

until I retire to Lake Chautauqua.

I'm not gonna cancel the play
and get a bunch of parents mad at me.

But it makes a mockery
of sexual harassment.

Jessi, you're a child.

You don't understand how good it feels
to be drunk in a lake.

Can you please pass me my issue
of Backstage magazine,

the magazine for actors?

Terry, you're working yourself
to the bone.

These rehearsals, right?

Sometimes I'm on my feet
for 40 to 45 minutes straight.

I like your feet.

They're pointy
and they kind of look like pita chips,

and that's honestly a blessing.

I think
I hear some dogs barkin'.

- What?
- Do you hear 'em?

- I'm talkin' about my feet.
- Oh.

A lot of people call their feet "dogs,"
and I'm one of those people.

- What do you think about that, Lo?
- About your dogs?

I guess I could, like, rub 'em a little.

I think that's a great idea
that you just had.

- Silence my dogs, please.
- Okay.

- Jesus Christ.
- "My dogs are barking"? Yuck.

My dicks are barfing.

Oh, great, now I'm gonna be up all night
with these two.

Am I doing this right?

Your hands, Lola, they're so strong.

Oh, this is delicious.

Oh, God. I gotta get outta here.

Who goes there?

This is a private rehearsal space,
thank you very much.

- Lola, get your hands off me.
- Sorry.

Okay, uh... I'm gonna go.

Good call, Terry.
We need you fresh for tomorrow.

Oh, my God, typical.

What are you still doing here?

Nothing. 'Cause I didn't see anything.

Sorry, I fart when I'm lying.

Hold on, I have a fartographic memory,

and that was you backstage.

Okay, fine.

I... I saw Lizer making you give him
that weird foot rub.

It wasn't weird.

Terry has tender tootsies
and he needed a little rub-a-dub.

Eww, you call him Terry. That sucks.

Yeah, we're very close, fuckwad.

Now kiss this rockin' donk, slap,
goodnight.

Sashay away.

♪ Here it comes again ♪

Okay, so, Steve, you've got this new look
and you're feeling more confident.

Now, I wanna talk
about asserting yourself.

Okay, do whatever you want to me.

See, that's what I mean.

I notice you say yes to almost everything.

- Yes.
- Like that.

- Right there. You just said yes.
- Okay.

- Look at my lips.
- All right.

- No.
- Right.

Oh, my God. Okay.

I brought you out here to teach you
the value of saying no.

- Yes.
- Steve, tell me.

If all of your friends
were jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge,

- would you jump off...
- Okay.

- Oh, my gosh! Steve!
- Any friends down here?

- Ooh.
- To the diaper barge! Squaw, squaw!

So, guys, while you were cutting
Steve's hair, telling him how he feels,

and buying him a shirt,

I renovated his entire f*cking home.

Wow! I don't notice a difference.

Well, over here,

I framed one of your favorite diapers,

just as a nod to the history
of the barge.

Okay. So for Steve,
we need to keep things super simple.

We've tried a French tuck,

and he managed to stuff his entire shirt
into his urethra.

Yeah, I stuffed my peena pretty good.

Steve, you look amazing.

- You look so good.
- So proud of you!

Aw, you guys, thank you so much.

This is the best driver's ed course
I've ever taken.

Okay, but lastly, Steve,

we wanted to give you something
to remember us by.

She's a gorgeous golden whistle, honey.

This way, we'll always be with you, Steve.

Aww! I love you guys.

You're my parents.

Oh, come here! We love you, too, booby.

Now, go get your job back,

you simple block of cheese.

All right.

Oh, come on, Michael Douglas,

you didn't come up here, late at night,

to talk about virtual reality.

Tell him what the f*ck he came for.

You came up here
to talk about sexual reality.

She's really good.

She turning me into a thes-bian.

- Nick, that's your line.
- Oh, sorry.

It's late. I should get to the ferry
and go home to my family.

And do you really wanna go home?

I don't know.

♪ Come and caress me ♪

♪ I long for your hands on my buttocks ♪

♪ I thought we were working ♪

♪ This isn't what I had in mind ♪

♪ Yes, but tonight
Will be our little secret ♪

♪ Oh, it's so hard to resist you ♪

♪ I want your body, let's plow ♪

- ♪ Oh, my God, I'm losing control ♪
- ♪ I may be the boss ♪

♪ But you've got the power now ♪

- Mm-mm-mm.
- Yummy, yummy.

So, all right, yeah, I... I think this is
where we're supposed to kiss.

Should we do it...

- Yeah...
- ...later?

- Oh, yeah, later.
- Yeah.

- Yes. Yes, we should do it later.
- Yeah. You know what we can do?

- We'll do it on the day.
- At the performance.

Or on the day, as they say.

- Of course. It could be French.
- Okay.

- Or whatever. We could try on the day.
- We could also plan it on the day.

- On the mouth.
- Okay. Uh...

- I should go.
- Yeah.

- Home to my family.
- Right.

Whoa.

What the hell just happened?

You almost kissed Missy. You like her.

- No, I don't.
- Then why you got all that blood

- up in your d*ck?
- Missy's off limits.

- She used to go out with Andrew.
- You can't choose who you like.

I don't wanna like Seann William Scott,
but I do.

What can I say? He's fun.

Mmm.

- Oh, my God. Yeah.
- Oh, yeah, that's the sound we want.

Like bone popcorn.

Yeah, I'm pretending I'm putting out
one of my mom's cigarillos.

Oh! We really have a special relationship,
don't we, Lo?

No, we totally do. Andrew Glouberman is,

like, super obsessed with that foot rub
I gave you.

- I think he's...
- What did you say? Get off!

Wait, why would you talk to him about us?

This is supposed to be private.

It is?

Are... are we doing something wrong?

- I'm not. Are you?
- No!

Lola, are you trying to make this
into something inappropriate?

No, I would never, Terry.

Because you asked to rub my feet.

But your dogs were barking.

Yeah, but who let them out, Lola?

- Who? Who?
- I did. I'm sorry.

So, what do I do now?

I mean, I... I don't think
I feel comfortable working with you.

Do you not want me
to be your stage manager anymore?

Wow, Lola, you wanna quit the play
because of what you did?

Yeah, then fine.
That's probably for the best.

Is that probably for the best?

Turn in your headset
and your clipboard also.

I want 'em both right now.

I can't believe you did this to me
three weeks before my birthday.

- Boycott the play tomorrow.
- It's sexist.

And poorly cast.

- How was your rehearsal with Nick?
- It was good.

'Cause you didn't text me afterwards.

Who the hell does he think he is?

Your parole officer?

Sorry, I just can't wait
till this play's over and you're back

- in your cute little overalls.
- I like this outfit.

It's a costume, it's not you.

If you wanna wear cowboy boots
and a bra full of radishes,

that's your business.

You know what, Lars?
I can wear whatever I want.

Sounds like someone took their bitch pills
this morning.

I did, with a full glass of almond milk!

And this bitch is late
for dress rehearsal.

So why don't you move to the side?
Because talent is traveling.

Dress rehearsal.
Remember to project.

Cue the curtain.

I'm a family man

who, full disclosure,
loves his family, man.

You're a good husband, but I work too,

so I can't give you
everything you need as a man.

Now, don't be late to the ferry.

Beware. The pretty women want our jobs.

I'd like you all to meet Demi Moore.

She's going to be your female boss.

Michael Douglas,

my old sex friend and current subordinate,

I wanna see you in my office tonight, sir.

We're gonna talk business
over a glass of wine from our sexual past.

♪ You've got the power now ♪

Then we'll, uh, do the kiss on the day?

- So we'll do it on the day.
- We'll do it on the day, then.

Okay, let's skip to the interpretive
blow job ballet.

Sexual harassment is about power.

When did I ever have the power?

♪ Disclosure ♪

Mm. Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.

Terry, you have really earned
your hard cider

and Chobani Flip tonight, my brother.

Hey, uh...

Jessi, you're a girl, right?

Mm, yeah. Who's asking?

Well, I kind of need
a female opinion here,

because I think something weird
is going on with Lizer and Lola.

- Uh, yeah, no doy. She's in love with him.
- No.

She quit the play.

Right after I saw her
rubbing Lizer's feet.

Oh, God, she was rubbing
his pointy tinies?

- Yes.
- Eww, he's a teacher.

- We have to tell somebody.
- That's what I thought.

Well, you were right to say something.

Come on. I don't want people sayin', uh,

"Andrew's a hero" or, you know,
"Andrew, he's king feminist," please.

- No one would ever say that about you.
- Oh.

Hey, Lola. Can we talk to you about Lizer?

I'm not supposed to talk about Te...

I mean, Mr Lizer.

Lola, we think what he did to you
was wrong.

No, I flirted with him,

and then I talked to you about it,

and then he told me I quit.

It's all my fault.

No, it's not.

He's a teacher, Lola.

You're 13, and he's 39.

Only for three more weeks.

He took advantage of you.

How can I explain this?
Okay, you know on Pretty Little Liars...

I'm listening.

...when Aria found out that Ezra was not
really part of the A-Team?

- Oh, my God.
- And that in fact,

he'd been using her since the beginning?

It was the ultimate betrayal.

Right? That's basically
what Lizer did to you.

What?

Oh!

Goodnight, nurse, sweetie.

- Is that bird seed?
- Caw!

You know what?
We've given Coach Steve all the tools.

Now let's watch him stand up for himself
and get his job back.

Oh, sh*t, look at her.

She is a beach wedding.
She is a linen curtain.

She is Tom Selleck raised
in a crawl space, honey.

You know, I gotta be honest. Working
with Steve has definitely changed us.

I've met someone. His name is Piper.

We finish each other's...

- Oh, my God, they're gorgeous together.
- Very handsome

inter-species couple realness.

I love you so much, my best friends.

- Oh, I love you, too.
- My God, gonna miss you, girl.

Come outta the whistle now.

Come out and be with me.

Be with me now outside of the whistle.
Outside now, please.

The parking lot is gonna be
a nightmare after the show.

Barbara, I think we should leave now.

Okay, let's start on a sweeping wide,
you know, really show the crowd,

and then just film my son Nicky

in a tight close-up
for the rest of the show.

So, this is it.

- Uh, this is the day.
- We're on the day.

- Interesting vibes on the day.
- Yeah.

- Thick energy.
- Thick energy on the day.

I can't believe it.
They're finally gonna do it.

Yes, she's gonna put her finger
in his little hooker butthole.

- What? That's not in the script.
- It's called improv, Connie.

I thought improv was
four old white dudes sayin', "Yes, and..."

Ladies and gentlemen,

unfortunately, tonight's performance
has been canceled.

Great, let's go. Run, Barbara.

What the hell is going on?

Let's just say there have been accusations
against you, all right?

By who? Mila? Devin?

That hot eighth grader
with the blond leg hair?

I was complimenting her.

No, you scuzzbucket, it was me.

Oh! You're gonna believe Lola?

Yes, we are.

Because we believe women
when they say they're being harassed.

- Oh, not this f*cking bitch.
- What?

I said, this is another example
of women using sexual harassment

to destroy good men.

It's just like Disclosure.

Except I didn't even get a blow job!

- What?
- Gross.

Stay on Nicky.

Lizer, you're so fired.

Who cares? This school sucks.

No! No, it does not suck.

- Yeah!
- He said no, guys. I taught him that.

This is the best school in the planet

and the best students on the whole world.

I miss my job here every single day,

and sometimes in the locker room shower,

Lizer washes his penis so hard
that toothpaste comes out.

I have to say, Steve, you look
like you really got your act together.

How would you like Lizer's job?
It's a lot more money.

This is for you, my tiny dudes.

No! I wanna be in charge
of the big squeaky room.

Are you saying that you wanna go back
to being a gym teacher?

- Okay.
- Whoo!

- Coach Steve!
- This is ridiculous.

- Trap door number four.
- This is a total... Whoa!

Oh, no!
Oh, I fell on my sharp little feet.

One of them punctured my ball sack.

- Oh, God.
- Should someone go down there?

I'm gonna pull it out real quick.

- Oh, I don't think he should pull it out.
- Oh, sh*t!

Oh, I should not have pulled that out.

I just filleted my penis shaft.

It looks like a...
like an empty edamame shell.

- Oh, God! Oh!
- Stay on Nicky.

Does anybody have a Ziploc bag?

Oh, God, I'm gonna be sick.

Oh, great.

Now, I'm gonna be up all night
with these two.

- Hey.
- Hey.

All that rehearsing,
and we never got to do our big number.

- We could do it now. It is still the day.
- Yeah.

- ♪ Oh, tonight will be our little secret ♪
- ♪ Oh, it's so hard to resist you ♪

♪ I want your body, let's plow ♪

- ♪ Oh, God, I'm losing control ♪
- ♪ I may be the boss ♪

♪ But you've got the power now ♪

Nick.

How...

could you?

♪ He's got your Missy now ♪

Fathouse.