Original subtitles

[DOORBELL RINGS] REBECCA: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

DYLAN: GETTING MY PACKAGE. WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M DOING?

REBECCA: YOU DON'T OPEN THE DOOR FOR STRANGERS.

DYLAN: I'M JUST GONNA WAIT TILL YOU'RE NOT LOOKING,

THEN I'M GONNA TAKE IT ANYWAY.

THIS THING IS HEAVY. HELP ME GET IT INSIDE.

YASMINE: WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? REBECCA: HE DOESN'T LISTEN.

DYLAN: I'M SORRY I BROKE THE RULES,

BUT THE PACKAGE IS FROM MY MOM.

MYLES: UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES DO YOU EVER OPEN THAT DOOR

WHEN WE'RE NOT HERE.

YASMINE: WHAT IS GOING ON?

MYLES: IT'S WHAT HIS MOM SENT HIM.

HE'S A NATURAL! DYLAN: YEAH!

[DRUMMING]

YASMINE: IS HE EVER GONNA STOP?

MYLES: WHAT?

YASMINE: IS HE EVER GONNA STOP?!

MYLES: WHAT?

REBECCA: IS HE EVER GOING TO STOP?!

MYLES: OH, HEY, HONEY.

PROBABLY NOT.

YASMINE: HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?

MYLES: WHAT?

YASMINE: HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN--

REBECCA: HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?

MYLES: OH. HI, AGAIN, HONEY.

ABOUT TWO HOURS.

YASMINE: IT FEELS LIKE A LIFETIME.

MYLES: HOO. YOU'RE TELLING ME.

I MEAN, AT LEAST YOU GOT TO LEAVE AND GO SHOW A HOUSE.

I HAD TO STAY FOR THE SHOW IN THIS HOUSE.

AH, OOH. MMM.

I CAN'T TAKE IT. I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE.

YASMINE: WELL, WE CAN'T TAKE THEM FROM HIM.

HE WAS SO HAPPY WHEN HE REALIZED THAT THEY WERE FROM HIS MOM.

MYLES: I KNOW, OK. I SAW THAT.

SHE HASN'T SENT HIM ANYTHING. UNTIL NOW.

YASMINE: NOT EVEN A PHONE CALL.

MYLES: I GUESS WE'RE JUST GONNA HAVE TO TRY AND DEAL WITH IT.

YASMINE: ALL RIGHT.

LET'S JUST SIT AND MEDITATE.

MYLES: YOU WANT TO MEDITATE?

YASMINE: YEAH. AND BLOCK OUT THE NOISE,

LIKE WE DID WHEN WE BOUGHT CHARLIE THOSE DRUMS.

COME ON, SIT.

MYLES: OK.

[DRUMMING]

THIS--THIS AIN'T WORKING, BABY.

YASMINE: KEEP TRYING.

[DRUMMING STOPS]

MYLES: WOW.

YASMINE: YOU SEE? IT STOPPED.

MYLES: THAT IS AMAZING.

YASMINE: WE SHOULD MEDITATE MORE OFTEN.

MYLES: WOW. WAIT A MINUTE.

WHAT IF--WHAT IF HE'S JUST TAKING A BREAK?

DYLAN: YO, SORRY TO INTERRUPT.

JUST TAKING A BREAK. Y'ALL HEAR MY DRUMMING?

MYLES: [SIGHS] POUGHKEEPSIE CAN HEAR YOU DRUMMING.

DYLAN: WHO'S POUGHKEEPSIE?

WAIT, IS IT THAT GIRL THAT--

MYLES: HEY, MAN, WHAT ARE YOU...

WHAT YOU TALKING ABOUT? WHAT'S GOING ON?

YASMINE: BOYS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?

DYLAN: OH, Y'ALL GOT ANY BABY OIL?

'CAUSE I WANT TO SHINE MY NEW DRUM KIT.

AHH! SPICE IT UP.

MYLES: BABY OIL?

CHARLIE: COME ON, Y'ALL.

WE'VE GOT TO GET THE KIT ALL SMOOTH.

IT--IT WAS SOMETHING DYLAN SAID.

YASMINE: GO TO YOUR ROOM.

DYLAN: I'MMA REMEMBER THIS.

YASMINE: UH, YOU, TOO, HONEY.

CHARLIE: WOW, MUST BE NICE FOR DYLAN, HAVING A DRUM SET,

BEING ABLE TO PLAY IT, TO THRASH.

MYLES: OH. OH. OUT, SON. OUT.

CHARLIE: TO ROCK! MYLES: OUT.

CHARLIE: TO ROLL! [DRUMMING]

YASMINE: MEDITATE.

MYLES: WHAT?!

REBECCA: SHE SAID, "MEDITATE!"

MYLES: HOW DOES REBECCA KEEP HEARING US?

YASMINE: WHY DO YOU JUST KEEP HEARING REBECCA?

COME ON.

[INHALES]

[EXHALES]

MYLES: IT AIN'T WORKING, BABY.

YASMINE: I KNOW. WE'RE DOOMED.

WE'RE GONNA DIE.

MYLES: WE'RE GONNA DIE

OF ONE THOUSAND DRUM SLAPS BY YOUNG DYLAN.

YASMINE: [SOBBING]

REBECCA: NO!

CHARLIE: TO STRIKE.

REBECCA: NO!

[SIGHS]

NO!

DYLAN: ♪ THERE ONCE WAS A KID FROM THE CITY OF CHI ♪

♪ MA KNEW I WAS IMPORTANT, NOT A REGULAR GUY ♪

♪ EVERYBODY FOLLOW ME, I'MMA TAKE YOU ON A TRIP ♪

♪ BUCKLE UP, LET'S GO, I'MMA GETCHU ALL HIP ♪

♪ I'M A STAR, CAME UP FROM A BLOCK IN CHI-TOWN ♪

♪ LIVIN' LARGE, I'M TRYNA BALANCE SCHOOL AND THESE BARS ♪

♪ CAME FAR, AIN'T NO BETTER FEELIN' ♪

♪ I TELL 'EM, "YOU GON LOVE YOUNG DYLAN" ♪

♪ YOUNG DYLAN SINGERS: ♪ AY! YOUNG DYL

DYLAN: DYLAN! ♪ YOUNG DYLAN

SINGERS: ♪ AY! YOUNG DYL DYLAN: ♪ AY! GET 'EM, DYL

♪ I TELL 'EM, "YOU GON LOVE YOUNG DYLAN" ♪

[DRUMMING]

DYLAN: [GRUNTS]

CHECK IT.

REBECCA: HOW LONG IS THIS GONNA GO ON?

DYLAN: UNTIL I GET IT DONE.

REBECCA: YOU DO KNOW THAT THIS IS A MESS, RIGHT?

DYLAN: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

REBECCA: YOU CAN'T PLAY.

DYLAN: YOU'RE JUST A HATER.

REBECCA: NO, I'M A REALIST.

TELL HIM, CHARLIE.

CHARLIE: LOOK, I LOVE THE DRUMS.

REBECCA: YOU LOVE ANYTHING HE DOES.

CHARLIE: NO, THAT'S NOT TRUE.

HE FARTS A LOT.

AND I DON'T LOVE THAT.

REBECCA: YOU TWO ARE DISGUSTING.

CHARLIE: WELL, IT'S TRUE.

REBECCA: DYLAN!

DYLAN: YO!

REBECCA: STOP IT, AND STOP IT NOW.

I CANNOT TAKE THIS.

DYLAN: COME ON, MY MOM BOUGHT ME THESE.

REBECCA: I KNOW THAT.

DYLAN: I MEAN, SHE NEVER SENDS ME ANYTHING,

SO THIS MEANS SHE'S BEEN REALLY THINKING ABOUT ME,

AND I'M GONNA LEARN HER FAVORITE DRUM SOLO

SO I CAN PLAY IT WHEN SHE COMES.

REBECCA: HEY, SHE'S NOT COMING.

DYLAN: YES, SHE IS.

REBECCA: NO, SHE'S NOT, SO YOU CAN STOP PLAYING.

DYLAN: SHE IS COMING, AND I'LL BE READY WHEN SHE COMES.

REBECCA: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

DYLAN: NO, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS THAT I HAVE ALL THIS TALENT

AND ALL YOU HAVE IS-- REBECCA: NATURAL BEAUTY.

DYLAN: IF YOU SAY SO.

REBECCA: YOU WILL STOP PLAYING.

I CAN'T GET MY BEAUTY REST WITH ALL THIS RACKET.

DYLAN: I WILL STOP PLAYING WHEN I'M DONE REHEARSING.

REBECCA: THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!

DYLAN: YES, YOU ARE.

REBECCA: I'M GOING TO MY ROOM.

DYLAN: GOOD, SO YOU CAN LEAVE ME ALONE.

MMM! MMM!

REBECCA: AAH! AAH! [CLANG]

[BOTH SHOUTING]

[HITS CYMBAL]

CHARLIE: DON'T WORRY ABOUT HER, MAN.

YOUR MOM WILL COME.

GO AHEAD, PLAY YOUR HEART OUT.

DYLAN: MAN, I WISH YOU HAD A KIT.

CHARLIE: I USED TO, BUT I HAD TO GIVE THEM AWAY

TO A LITTLE DRUMMER BOY.

DYLAN: DID YOUR MOM AND DAD TELL YOU THAT?

CHARLIE: YEAH.

DYLAN: AND YOU BELIEVED THEM?

CHARLIE: YEAH, HE NEEDED THEM FOR CHRISTMAS.

DYLAN: WELL, PA RUM PUM PUM PUM, CHUCK.

TOO BAD. HERE, YOU CAN PLAY WITH MINES.

CHARLIE: THANKS, MAN.

DYLAN: LET'S GO!

CHARLIE: YEAH!

DYLAN: 1... BOTH: 2, 1, 2, 3. LET'S GO.

DYLAN: HEY! HEY!

LET'S GO! HEY!

YEAH! YEAH!

CHARLIE: YAY! DYLAN: AHH! AHH!

[DRUMMING]

YASMINE: [SOBBING]

MYLES: I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE SENT HIM DRUMS.

YASMINE: WELL, IF YOU CAN'T BELIEVE IT, JUST LISTEN.

MYLES: WHY WOULD SHE DO THAT?

MMM.

YASMINE: I THINK I HAVE AN IDEA WHY.

MYLES: [SIGHS]

YASMINE: LOOK AT THAT NOTE.

MYLES: "DEAR, MYLES, MOM TOLD ME

THAT YOU HAVE TAKEN MY SON IN." YES.

"HERE'S A LITTLE SOMETHING TO SAY THANK YOU."

YASMINE: THAT IS SO NOT RIGHT.

MYLES: YEAH. NO, IT'S NOT.

AND SHE DOESN'T MEAN THAT.

YASMINE: OBVIOUSLY.

MYLES: NO. NO, THE NOTE GOES ON TO SAY,

"I REALLY DON'T MEAN THAT."

[DRUMMING]

I GOT A HEADACHE. OH, GOSH.

YASMINE: YOU AND ME BOTH.

MYLES: OK, OK.

YASMINE: MY TOOTH IS STARTING TO HURT.

MYLES: WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING.

YASMINE: YOU'RE RIGHT. MYLES: BUT WHAT? WHAT DO WE...

YASMINE: YOU HAD THE SUGGESTION.

MYLES: NO, NO. YASMINE: YOU--

REBECCA: MOM!

YASMINE: HI, HONEY.

MYLES: HEY, BABE.

REBECCA: REALLY?

YASMINE: REALLY, WHAT?

REBECCA: YOU DON'T HEAR THAT?

YASMINE: NO.

YOU HEAR ANYTHING? I DON'T HEAR ANYTHING, HONEY.

MYLES: HMM. NOPE.

I DON'T HEAR A THING.

WAIT. WAIT A MINUTE.

NOPE. NOPE, DON'T HEAR A THING. YEAH.

REBECCA: COME ON, GUYS.

MYLES: [SIGHS] OK. OK, OK, WE'RE SORRY. WE'RE SORRY.

REBECCA: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE LIKE THIS?

MYLES: WE'LL FIGURE IT OUT.

REBECCA: WELL, I KNOW HOW TO FIGURE IT OUT.

MYLES: OK, WELL, WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST?

REBECCA: GO AND TAKE THEM FROM HIM.

YASMINE: WE CAN'T DO THAT.

REBECCA: MOM. DAD.

THEY'RE NEVER GONNA STOP ON THEIR OWN.

CHARLIE AND DYLAN: YEAH!

DYLAN: UHH. LET'S STOP FOR A MINUTE.

I NEED TO REST MY ARM.

CHARLIE: WHAT?

YASMINE: YOU SEE? IT STOPPED.

REBECCA: ONLY FOR A MINUTE UNTIL HIS HANDS GET RESTED.

MYLES: REALLY? 'CAUSE, I MEAN, WAS IT THAT BAD, HONEY?

REBECCA: ARE YOU NOT HEARING THE SAME THING THAT I'M HEARING?

MYLES: OK. ALL RIGHT. SERIOUSLY, THOUGH,

I NEED YOU TO BE A LITTLE MORE SENSITIVE.

REBECCA: [FAKE LAUGHS] TO WHAT?

MY EARDRUMS WERE SENSITIVE BEFORE HE GOT THOSE DRUMS.

Y'ALL WANT ME TO GO DEAF BY THE RIPE OLD AGE OF 16?

YASMINE: OK.

REBECCA: I MEAN, HOW LONG IS THIS GONNA GO ON?

YASMINE: WE DON'T KNOW. MYLES: YEAH.

REBECCA: WELL, YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING.

I'M TRYING TO DO MY HOMEWORK, AND I CAN'T CONCENTRATE.

MYLES: OK, HONEY, WE WILL DO SOMETHING. WE'LL DO SOMETHING.

REBECCA: WHEN?

MYLES: YOUR MOM AND I WERE JUST DISCUSSING THAT NOW.

REBECCA: I MEAN, IN ALL COMMON SENSE,

WHO BUYS A KID SOME DRUMS?

MYLES: IT WAS HER IDEA-- YASMINE: OH!

MYLES: BUT, YOU KNOW, WE BOUGHT YOUR BROTHER SOME DRUMS.

REBECCA: YEAH, WELL, THOSE WERE TOYS.

MYLES: I KNOW, AND WE GOT RID OF THEM.

CHARLIE: WAIT. MYLES: OH.

CHARLIE: YOU TOLD ME A LITTLE BOY NEEDED THEM

TO PLAY PA RUM PUM PUM FOR BABY JESUS.

AHH! YASMINE: HONEY.

[GROANS]

DYLAN: I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE HE FELL FOR THAT.

YASMINE: OK, OUT. MYLES: OUT.

YASMINE: OUT! MYLES: OUT OF HERE.

REBECCA: [SIGHS]

YASMINE: THAT'S IT. THOSE DRUMS ARE GONE.

WE NEED TO GET STARTED ON OPERATION

GET THOSE DRUMS THE HECK OUT OF HERE.

REBECCA: ALL RIGHT, NOW YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING.

YASMINE: YEAH. MYLES: WHOO-HOO.

LIKE WHEN YOU TAKE CHARGE, HONEY.

YASMINE: FOCUS. MYLES: FOCUS.

YASMINE: FOCUS. MYLES: FOCUS.

MYLES: OK, SO WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?

YASMINE: OK.

WE'RE GONNA GET RID OF THEM.

MYLES: YEAH.

THE KIDS OR THE DRUMS?

REBECCA: THAT'S WHAT I WAS SAYING.

YASMINE: WE HAVE TO BE REALLY SMART ABOUT THIS.

REBECCA: NO, WE DON'T.

JUST GO IN THERE AND TAKE THEM.

MYLES: OK, CALM DOWN, RAMBO.

HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF WE TOOK AN INSTRUMENT FROM YOU?

REBECCA: YOU DID,

WHEN I WAS TRYING TO PLAY THE CLARINET.

YASMINE: OOH, WE TOOK REBECCA'S CLARINET, CHARLIE'S DRUMS,

AND NOW THIS.

BABY, DO WE HATE MUSIC?

MYLES: NO.

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. WE DON'T-- NO, THAT'S NOT WHAT IT WAS.

OK, LOOK, REBECCA.

WE JUST THOUGHT YOU WERE SO MUCH BETTER AT CHEERLEADING.

REBECCA: ♪ YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT ♪

NOW CAN WE GET RID OF THOSE DRUMS?

YASMINE: WE'RE GONNA TALK TO HIM.

REBECCA: CAN IT BE TODAY?

BEFORE THE "NEIGHBORS" CALL THE POLICE?

YASMINE: WHAT IS THIS? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

REBECCA: WHAT? THE NEIGHBORS ARE GONNA CALL THE POLICE.

YASMINE: DON'T CALL THE COPS ON YOUR COUSIN.

REBECCA: LOOK, I KNOW HIS MOM SENT THEM

AND HE'S ALL SENTIMENTAL SAYING THAT SHE'S COMING AND ALL,

BUT I TOLD HIM TO KNOCK IT OFF.

YASMINE: OK, WHAT DID HE SAY?

REBECCA: HE SAID HE WAS PRACTICING FOR WHEN HIS MOM COMES,

BUT I TOLD HIM SHE WASN'T COMING.

MYLES: WAIT, HEY. WHOA. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?

REBECCA: WHAT? SHE'S NOT COMING.

I HEARD GRANDMA SAY THAT.

MYLES: OK, WELL, YOU SHOULDN'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT.

REBECCA: WHAT? IT'S THE TRUTH.

KIDS SHOULDN'T TELL THE TRUTH NOW?

YASMINE: WELL, HONEY, IT'S NOT VERY NICE.

AND HE MISSES HIS MOM.

REBECCA: YOU THINK SO?

YASMINE: I KNOW SO.

MYLES: REBECCA, WOULDN'T YOU MISS US IF WE LEFT?

REBECCA: DO I HAVE TO ANSWER THAT RIGHT NOW?

MYLES: REALLY?

YASMINE: REBECCA.

REBECCA: I'M THINKING.

MYLES: WOW.

REBECCA: THAT'S A LOT OF PRESSURE HERE.

YASMINE: UHH.

REBECCA: OK. YEAH, FINE. I GUESS.

I'D MISS YOU.

MYLES: OK.

SO GO SHOW HIM SOME SYMPATHY.

YASMINE: THIS IS REALLY HARD ON HIM.

REBECCA: HE DOESN'T ACT LIKE IT.

YASMINE: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

REBECCA: HE'S OUT THERE, BANGING THE DRUMS,

JOKING, RAPPING ALL THE TIME.

YASMINE: OH, HONEY. MYLES: YEAH.

SOMETIMES PEOPLE

DON'T KNOW HOW TO SHOW THAT THEY'RE UNHAPPY.

YASMINE: YEAH.

REBECCA: OHH.

LIKE WHEN YOU AND DAD ARE HAVING AN ARGUMENT.

YOU SIT OVER HERE LIKE...

[SIGHS]

AND DAD SITS OVER HERE LIKE [SOBBING]

MYLES: GET YOUR DAUGHTER. GET YOUR DAUGHTER.

YASMINE: THAT'S--THAT'S YOUR DAUGHTER.

MYLES: LOOK, REBECCA. REBECCA: UHH.

I GET IT. I WILL TRY AND BE MORE "UNDERSTANDING."

YASMINE: THANK YOU.

MYLES: THAT'S "ALL WE ASK."

REBECCA: BUT YOU DO KNOW YOU'RE ASKING A LOT

WITH THESE DRUMS, RIGHT?

YASMINE: IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL ANY BETTER,

WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER.

REBECCA: FYI, IT DOES NOT MAKE ME FEEL ANY BETTER!

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

MOM! DAD!

REALLY?

MYLES: WHAT?

[DOOR CLOSES]

REBECCA: HOW MUCH LONGER?

YASMINE: WE DON'T KNOW.

REBECCA: YOU KNOW WHAT, I CAN'T.

MYLES: OK, WAIT, WAIT.

WE'LL JUST GIVE HIM LIKE ANOTHER HOUR.

REBECCA: OK.

MYLES: THANK YOU FOR BEING SO UNDERSTANDING.

REBECCA: YEAH. SURE.

DYLAN: YOUNG DYLO.

LET'S GO. LET'S GO!

BIG MOVE. UHH!

YO!

REBECCA: WE NEED TO TALK.

DYLAN: GIVE ME MY STICKS BACK.

REBECCA: NOT UNTIL WE TALK.

DYLAN: YOU DON'T NEED TO TALK TO ME.

YOU ALREADY SAID SOME HURTFUL THINGS.

REBECCA: I'M SORRY. DYLAN: FOR WHAT?

REBECCA: FOR WHAT I SAID.

DYLAN: YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU SAID.

REBECCA: I SAID THAT YOUR MOM WASN'T COMING.

DYLAN: AND?

REBECCA: AND THAT YOU HAVE NO TALENT.

DYLAN: GIVE ME MY STICKS.

REBECCA: LOOK, I'M SORRY, OK? YOU DO HAVE TALENT.

DYLAN: YOU DON'T THINK I DO.

REBECCA: YES, I DO.

DYLAN: YOU JUST WANT ME TO STOP PLAYING.

REBECCA: LOOK, I THINK YOU'RE VERY TALENTED AS A RAPPER.

DYLAN: WELL, I KNOW THAT.

REBECCA: BUT NOT AS A DRUMMER.

AT LEAST NOT RIGHT NOW.

DYLAN: I CAN GET IT.

REBECCA: I KNOW. BUT I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO SLEEP

FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS.

DYLAN: AND TELL ME, HOW'S THAT MY PROBLEM?

REBECCA: WELL, I GUESS IT'S NOT.

DYLAN: THEN WHAT IS IT?

REBECCA: LOOK, YOU'RE ALREADY SO GREAT AT RAPPING.

LITTLE RAP GENIUS.

IF YOU FOCUS ON THAT FOR NOW, YOU'RE BOUND TO SHINE,

AND I'M BOUND TO SLEEP.

DYLAN: BUT MY MOM BOUGHT THIS FOR ME.

REBECCA: LOOK, I KNOW YOU MISS HER,

AND SHE WILL COME, AND WHEN SHE COMES,

I THINK YOU SHOULD IMPRESS HER WITH YOUR RAP GAME.

NOT YOUR DRUM GAME.

WHOEVER HEARD OF THE DRUM GAME?

DYLAN: I'VE BEEN LOOKING IT UP.

THERE ARE MAD DOPE DRUMMERS.

EVER HEARD OF SCUGGS BELCHMAN?

REBECCA: NO. AND I WISH YOU HADN'T.

DYLAN: I CAN EVEN BE THE FIRST RAP DRUMMER.

YOU EVER HEARD OF THAT?

REBECCA: I HAVEN'T.

YES, YOU COULD.

BUT MAYBE TRY IT DOWN THE ROAD.

WHEN I'M 35.

AND MOVED OUT.

AND MARRIED TO ZURI.

DID I--DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?

DYLAN: YUP. BUT I HEAR YOU.

MY SKILLS AREN'T THERE YET.

AND I APPRECIATE YOU COMING TO ME.

ARTISTS NEED FOLKS TO GIVE THEM HONEST FEEDBACK,

OTHERWISE YOU'LL TURN INTO SCUGGS BELCHMAN.

THAT DUDE WENT INTO SCULPTING.

IT WAS A MESS.

REBECCA: OH, MY GOSH.

DYLAN: YEP.

REBECCA: WELL, DYLAN, I BELIEVE IN YOU.

DYLAN: YOU'RE PRETTY COOL.

REBECCA: THANK YOU. I TRY.

DYLAN: NO, THANK YOU, CUZ.

♪ FOR THE LOVE AND ADVICE, TRYING TO GET MY LIFE RIGHT ♪

♪ I BE STACKING PAPER IN THE NIGHT ♪

♪ I'M A LOVER, NOT A FIGHTER, NOT A DRUMMER YET ♪

♪ BUT I'M A WRITER, YOUNG D GOT YOU AMAZED, SON ♪

♪ HE DON'T NEED NO PEN 'CAUSE HE'S SICK WITH THE FREESTYLES ♪

REBECCA: SEE, LITTLE RAP GENI...

WHAT IS THIS?

DYLAN: MY BAD. IT'S BABY OIL.

YEAH, I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING.

I'M SORRY.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

REBECCA: MOM! DAD!

YASMINE: WE CAN'T HEAR YOU.

[BANGING]

YASMINE: OHH... REBECCA: MOM!

DAD!

MYLES: [GROANS]

YASMINE: [GROANS]

YES?!

REBECCA: LISTEN.

MYLES: WE WERE TRYING NOT TO LISTEN.

REBECCA: I FIXED IT.

MYLES: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FIXED IT?

REBECCA: DO YOU HEAR ANYTHING?

YASMINE: WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR COUSIN?

REBECCA: NOTHING.

MYLES: WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HIM?

REBECCA: I SAID THAT HE'S SO GREAT AT RAPPING,

HE SHOULD FOCUS ON THAT FOR NOW.

MYLES: WOW. THAT'S GOOD.

REBECCA: YES, I KNOW.

YASMINE: AND THAT'S WHAT HE'S DOING?

REBECCA: YEP. HE'S OUT OF THE DRUMMING GAME...FOR NOW.

MYLES: WOW. YASMINE: HMM.

MYLES: WHY DIDN'T WE THINK OF THAT?

REBECCA: OH, BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO OLD.

YASMINE: WATCH IT, LITTLE GIRL.

REBECCA: WELL, NOW THAT IT'S QUIET,

I'M GONNA GO FINISH MY HOMEWORK.

YASMINE: GOOD FOR YOU. MYLES: YEAH.

SO PROUD OF YOU, HONEY.

FOR NOW.

REBECCA: THANK YOU?

[DRUMMING]

YASMINE: I GUESS "FOR NOW" DIDN'T LAST LONG.

MYLES: AND WE GAVE REBECCA SO MUCH PRAISE.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

YASMINE: DYLAN.

DYLAN: YO, I JUST WANTED TO RETURN THIS BABY OIL.

YEAH, IT WAS A BAD IDEA, MAN.

YASMINE: BUT IF YOU'RE HERE,

THEN WHO'S...

CHARLIE: PA RUM PUM PUM PUM!