All language subtitles for Cake.S03E09_English

(xylophone tinkering)

Uh, would‐‐
would you like some more wine?

Ooh. (giggles)
You read my mind.

(birds chirping)

Gosh, Sarah.

I just wanna stay like this
forever!

Oh, Charlie,
I feel the same way.

Well, cheers to forever.

(robotic stuttering)
Chee...

(spacey music)

♪♪ ♪♪

(gentle music)

♪♪ ♪♪

LOIS: Robert.
(laughs)

Robert.

Oh, is that you?

Long time no see.

ROBERT: Lois.
(laughs)

What a surprise.

LOIS: So what are you up to
these days?

Hey,
how's the music career going?

ROBERT: Well, I'm not really
doing that anymore.

Now I'm mostly just, uh, well,

I'm leeching off the guts
of this crab.

LOIS: Oh, you were so talented.

We were all sure you would
become a star.

Yeah, well,
I'm sort of focusing

on the gut‐leeching now,
to be honest.

Um, the whole music thing,
uh...

and, you know, leeching is‐‐
is quite easy, though.

Well, I guess it depends

on what the crab's
been eating, but...

So‐‐so yeah, it seems
like a pretty cool crab, Rob.

It's a shame you're not
playing anymore, though.

Yeah, okay, um, yeah,
I probably‐‐

I've got to get back now.

LOIS: All right.

Bye, Rob.

Good seeing you.

ROBERT: Yeah.

(sobbing)

Oh, God.

(sobbing)

(gentle music)

(spacey music)

(upbeat music)

I'm so sorry,
but could you please

stop taking selfies in here?

It's making people
uncomfortable.

No, I'm not taking selfies.

I'm using my phone to spy
on that guy in the corner.

Mm.
That seems worse.

I'm totally taking selfies,
'cause I'm proud of my face

and I want my phone to see it.

It's a stakeout.
The man's a thief.

And I have to prove it
before he finishes

his pulled pork platter
and leaves town forever.

Oh, okay.

Just please be subtle.

Sure, no problem.
Subtle.

‐(camera clicks)
‐(shouts)

Oh.
(groans)

(dramatic music)

‐Okay. (exhales)
‐(bell jingles)

‐Oh, shit.
‐What?

Guess who just walked in.

Heather Culbreth
from Lake Patrol.

‐Oh, wow.
‐Location is clear, over.

(laughs) She says "over"
into her walkie‐talkie.

‐Can I ask you a question?
‐What? Sure.

‐It's a personal question.
‐Oh.

What is going on with you guys?

‐What?
‐You and Heather.

Nothing.
Obviously nothing.

Uh, well, then why are we
taking all these cases

down by the lake, huh?

The Mystery
of the Capsized Canoe

and the Mystery
of the Moldy Towels

and the Mystery of
the so‐called Sunken Treasure.

Yeah, uh, a city's waterfront
is always a nexus of crime.

Come on, man, the last one

was you snorkeling down
to get some kid's quarter

out of the mud‐‐
a quarter.

Just admit it, that you've been
hoping to see her again

because you love her.

David, David, shh!

(sighs)
Fine. You're right.

I have a thing for her.

So tell her, man.
She's right there.

It wouldn't be appropriate.

I mean, I used to be
her employer.

You were 13 years old
back then, you dummy.

‐I just think ethically‐‐
‐(groans)

Oh, my God.
Hey, guys.

John, look who it is.

Look, it's Heather Culbreth
in the Lunch Hut.

Yes, I can see that.

You know what,
this calls for a celebration.

Oh.

Shall we feast
from my horn of plenty?

‐(horn blares)
‐(yells)

‐Why do you have that?
‐Really, David?

I love to have fun
and celebrate my friends.

‐Hi, Heather.
‐Hey.

So the Lunch Hut's
still your spot, huh?

Uh, yeah.
So what, uh, brings you here?

Advanced security
for the commish.

‐(radio squawks)
‐GLEN: Culbreth.

Are we still clear?
Over.

Yes, Glen, we're still clear.
Over.

Does seem a little intense
for the commissioner

of the Water
and Sewer Authority.

Oh, you think?

(militaristic marching music)

♪♪ ♪♪

Ugh, no.

Take me to the President's
Physician in New Downtown.

♪♪ ♪♪

(sighs)
Welcome to my life.

(upbeat music)

(spacey music)

(wind whistling)

(pulsating electronic music)

♪♪ ♪♪

WOMAN: He always took
the first group,

right at 10:00 a. m.

Howdy, folks.

WOMAN: And he started even
before he got on the boat,

just telling them
about the lakes in Winter Park

and how this was technically

Florida's longest‐running
attraction.

Fixed location, at least.

WOMAN: But it wasn't until
he got on the water

that he really started
to shine.

It wasn't until then
that he really felt at home.

(reverent choral music)

Telling everyone
all about the houses

and the mansions and all
the fancy famous people

who lived there at some point,

like the founder
of Panera Bread

or various Orlando Magic
players.

Horace Grant.

WOMAN: He had been there
for years

and everyone knew him,
all the families

and, of course,
the other captains,

who all looked up to him

because he told
the best stories

and got the biggest tips.

(cash register chimes)

Tours left every 45 minutes
to an hour,

always a dozen people,
always from the same dock,

always the same three lakes

connected
by the same two canals,

Osceola, Virginia, Maitland.

Always the same route.

Osceola, Virginia, Maitland,

over and over and over again.

♪♪ ♪♪

And always the same facts.

About the founder
of Panera Bread

or the Rollins College campus

where the dean's residence
is right next door

to the senior dorms.

So basically what you have here
is "Animal House"

and they're living
right next door to Dean Wormer.

(laughter)

WOMAN: It never changed
because he never had to

because he had found
the things that worked.

He knew the best jokes
and the most interesting facts

and he told them
over and over again.

Horace Grant.

WOMAN: And when the day ended,

he would go to the bar
with all the other captains

and keep telling
all those same stories.

His entire life consisted
of trivia and talk

without ever a moment
of thought,

or quiet.

Except for once every tour

when they had to go through
the second canal,

the Venetian,

which was technically
in people's private backyards,

so he always had to go slow
and be quiet

and it was the only time
all day

where he really
just had to sit there

with his own thoughts

and think about
what he was actually doing,

think about this life
he lived,

which consisted of nothing

but driving a boat around
in a circle

and telling people
half‐true celebrity gossip.

But then the minute
would be over

and the canal would let out
and he would go right back

to telling them
about Tom Hanks' house

while he was down here
shooting

From the Earth to the Moon

or where Mr. Rogers lived

when he came up
with the phrase...

It's a beautiful day
in the neighborhood!

(laughter)

WOMAN: Trying so hard
to suppress

any real feelings and emotions
he might have

because maybe if he stopped
talking for too long,

he would crack

and shatter

and realize just how pointless
and futile it all was.

Howdy, folks.

WOMAN: Or even worse,

maybe all those other people
would see it too.

All the families
and the tourists

and the other guides.

‐How you doing?
‐Never better!

WOMAN: And I used to watch
as he slowed down

and passed through the canal
every tour.

I used to watch as he sat
uncomfortably in that silence

and I used to always wonder,

"When would he actually
break out of this monotony?"

When would he say
something real for once?

Something genuine,
something meaningful,

rather than just another
trivia fact

structured
like a throwaway joke,

rather than going on and on

like this wasn't all
just some scripted formula.

But years would pass
and he'd never change.

He just kept on going along
with the same routine.

(engine turns over)

Horace Grant.

WOMAN: To the point
where I even began to wonder

if maybe there was actually
something wrong with me,

that I couldn't allow this man
to exist

as a simple tour guide,

that I had to make up
some horrible backstory

when really
I knew nothing about him

other than his job
and his favorite bar.

(laughter and chatter)

And maybe that was all fine.

Maybe he was happy.

Why was it so hard for me
to believe

that someone could actually
enjoy this life?

Why did I look at that person
having fun

and think
that they didn't understand

what living was all about,

as though there was something
noble

about depression
or existential dread,

when the truth is that
my melancholy thoughts

were just as empty
as his random trivia facts?

Just another thing
to pass the time.

To fill in the silence.

As I stood there
in my private backyard

facing that second canal,

watching him pass by,

without ever saying anything,

without ever making
a single sound.

(somber music)

♪♪ ♪♪

And if we ever did talk
to each other,

I wonder what we'd say.

If we'd talk about life
and our common struggles.

If we would tell each other

about what it was like
growing up

or how hard it is
to maintain a relationship,

or if we'd go to the bar
and relax,

drink beers and talk
about random famous people

who've passed through
Winter Park.

Horace Grant.

WOMAN: Maybe we'd get along.

Maybe we'd even like
each other.

Maybe we'd recognize something
brand‐new in ourselves.

If only we stepped outside
those lines,

outside
that predetermined route

that took him through Osceola,
Virginia, and Maitland

and left me here
working from home.

If we only we broke out
of that worn‐out script

that only gave us
the most superficial lines,

like the one about Tom Hanks
or Horace Grant

or the founder
of Panera Bread.

Or the one about time
and the meaning of life.

If only we had the courage

to actually do something
different

instead of sitting
in that silence

and repeating
the same thoughts and phrases

until the end of existence.

Until they've lost any meaning
they once had.

Until the day
someone comes along

and turns our lives
into just another trivia fact.

And did you know about
the people who lived here?

There was a tour guide

who always told the same jokes

and a woman

who lived all alone
and worked from home.

And there was a canal,
the Venetian,

except you always
had to go slow

and be quiet

because you were technically
in people's private backyards.

♪♪ ♪♪

Hey.

Hey.

(reverent choral music)

♪♪ ♪♪

(electronic music)

(gentle music)

(chime, whirring)

MAN: Helen, we're so glad
you could come in.

HELEN: I love the script.

MAN: Me too, it is so
heartbreaking, isn't it?

Is it okay if I take a moment

to get myself ready
emotionally?

MAN: Of course.
Take whatever you need.

I gave you all of me.
Every part.

MAN: Okay, I'm sorry, Helen.
We need you to slate first.

What?

MAN: You have to slate.

Helen Slayton‐Hughes
reading for Marjorie Highland.

‐MAN: And height.
‐I gave you‐‐

MAN: We also need your height.

Why‐‐why am I‐‐why?

Helen Slayton‐Hughes
reading for Marjorie Highland.

I'm 5'1".

I gave you all of me.
Every‐‐

MAN: Okay, before we start,

the director just wants
a shot of you dancing

for a few seconds.

Dancing?

MAN: Yeah, dancing.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

MAN: So let's get up here
and just dance

like you're at a wedding, okay?

Okay, there.

Make it more like
you're dancing.

That looks like you're doing
a spell over a cauldron.

Get back in your seat.

And action.

I gave you all of myself,
every part.

‐I wasted my whole life‐‐
‐MAN: Okay, Helen.

I'm just reading my emails,

and apparently, this character
actually got cut.

Um...

We'll get you next time.

Oh, you motherfucker.

MAN: What'd you say?

I said you motherfucker.

‐MAN: You motherfucker!
‐If the shoe fits, wear it.

You get the fuck out of here
with that language.

Don't you talk to me.
I am a professional.

MAN: Get the fuck out of here!
I will ruin you!

Out, out, out!

MAN: You move back to Fuckville

or wherever the fuck
you're from.

(whirring, chime)

(upbeat music)

♪♪ ♪♪

‐(radio squawks)
‐GLEN: Culbreth.

We're wheels up
for New Downtown. Over.

I'm gonna stay here

and do a post‐op sweep
for bugs. Over.

GLEN: Copy that.
Over and out.

Boom!
I just bought myself two hours

of fucking‐around time.

‐Can I join you?
‐Um‐‐

‐Totally.
‐Sure.

See, look at this.
Isn't this nice?

Three old friends,
laughing and loving life

as only friends can.

‐Okay.
‐Sure, David.

They should make a show
about friends.

Hey, Hunch,
I saw you snorkeling

at the lake the other day.

You saw‐‐I‐‐
well, I didn't see you.

Well, actually,
I only saw your calves

flopping above the surface.

They're unmistakable.

Well, I've gotten
some compliments.

You know what, John?
Here comes another compliment

because your calves
are delectable,

and Heather, you are a good
judge of sexy legs.

Thank you, David.
That's enough.

Uh, I was on a case
at the time, so yeah.

Just like we are on
a case right now.

‐All right, David.
‐Wait, really?

Well, all right,
let's not get into‐‐

‐It's a stakeout, Heather.
‐Ugh.

We're staking out Dr. Neckbeard
McBeef Jerky Breath over there.

HEATHER: Mm. He is a jerk,
and he's from South Carolina.

Well, obviously.
‐Uh, not‐viously.

What are you talking about?

HEATHER: First, he brings
his own barbecue sauce

to the Lunch Hut,
so he's an asshole.

Two, it's mustard‐based.

That's some
South Carolina shit.

Damn, you're smart.

So what's the case?

Oh, well, my client‐‐

Our client.
Let's remember.

It's our client.

The client has a collection
of, um, vintage cars.

Ooh, fancy client.

‐Uh‐‐
‐Congratulations.

Not really.
The client is actually‐‐

It's confidential, David.
That's‐‐

‐Oh, really?
‐Identity's confidential, yes.

Anyway, the prize
of our client's collection

is a 1968 Dodge Custom Charger.

Wait, '68 Custom‐‐it better not
be the General Lee.

No, no, no, no.
This is a hot pink car.

Oh, that's actually quite rare.

Exactly.

The man in the corner
is Ronald Pronk,

a car collector
passing through town.

When he saw
my client's Charger,

he noted a crack
in the windshield,

and offered to restore it
at his shop

in Charleston, for free.

That doesn't sound shady
at all.

Yeah, well, my client
is somewhat naive.

You might say
he requires some schooling.

‐Okay, David.
‐You could say that.

Like additional grades
of schooling‐‐

‐All right, David, enough.
‐Are required.

So Pronk took possession
of the car,

and then let me guess,
claimed someone stole it.

Sound familiar?

Amber Pulman's Pog collection,
seventh grade.

(laughs)
Oh, yeah!

I borrowed Amber's Pogs!

And then I sold them
to Bucky Rindfuss.

And when Amber confronted me,
I said they were stolen‐‐

‐BOTH: By a werewolf.
‐By a werewolf.

‐JOHN: Right.
‐"The perfect crime."

And it was,
because it turns out

Amber was totally
into werewolves,

and they turned her on.

So we went to Umstead Park
on a werewolf hunt,

and we wound up making out
by the light of a full moon.

‐(howls)
‐(clears throat)

But then she dumped me
for Trip Kowalski

'cause he had a full beard
in seventh grade,

and I was so pissed off,

I think that's why
I beat both of you up

in Spanish class that one time.

(exhales)
Friendship, nothing beats it.

Seventh grade was fun, right?

BOTH: No, it wasn't.

‐Yes, it was.
‐No.

‐I don't get it.
‐Yes, it was.

HEATHER: A stolen Charger
isn't easy to hide.

Why is he still in town?

Pronk's arrogant.

He even offered
to call the police himself,

but my client
wants to keep things quiet

till I can prove
that Pronk's story is bogus.

Got it.
So what's his story?

JOHN: Pronk says
he brought the Charger

back to his motel parking lot.

That's where he kept
his own car, a Ford Focus.

Otherwise,
the lot was empty.

No witnesses.

‐When was this?
‐5:20 p. m. yesterday.

Pronk was making his way
to the lobby

when an unknown robber
supposedly jumped out

from behind a bush.

Pronk says
the guy pulled a gun,

grabbed the Charger,
and took off.

DAVID: And then
a giant serpent appeared.

‐JOHN: David, come on.
‐DAVID: And writhed around.

Did Pronk describe
the carjacker?

Well, he...

Right.
Big surprise.

What, he was wearing
a little silver hat?

JOHN: Ugh.
David.

Tell me
about lighting conditions.

JOHN: Pronk says he couldn't
see which way the robber went

because he was blinded
by the evening sun

focused through the motel's
glass bricks.

At 5:20 p. m.?
This angle isn't right.

David, could you, uh, could you
take a step back, please?

‐Ah, like this?
‐No, further, please.

‐Really?
‐Yeah. Go further away.

DAVID: All right.

JOHN: There it is, precisely.

DAVID: Um, I can't reach
my disco fries now

because of this distance.

Okay, the light tracks,

but how do we know
Pronk's telling the truth

about being in the lot
at 5:20 p. m.?

Ah, because,
according to the Richardsville

Birding Society,

that's when a large flock
of starlings

was spotted flying
directly over the motel.

They defecated everywhere.

Oh, shit.
My phone.

And I can't reach
my disco fries.

Does Pronk's car
have bird crap on it?

Yes, it does.
His Ford Focus is outside.

‐You can see for yourself.
‐HEATHER: Hmm.

And the splatter pattern
is consistent

with an overhead bombing,

just like every space
in motel parking lot.

‐I checked myself.
‐Okay, okay.

‐We'll get there.
‐DAVID: Alert!

Access to disco fries
has been compromised.

Abort mission.

As you can see,
he has matured a lot.

Be honest...
how many times

have you stolen fries
in your shorts,

or are you suddenly mad
that you never thought of it?

‐Oh, zing!
‐Okay, this dynamic sucks.

Hey, David, instead of living
with your parents,

why don't you just sleep
in one of your shorts pockets?

(both laughing)

You know what, John?

‐You know what, buddy?
‐What?

Maybe Heather
would be interested to know

some more facts
about our client.

‐David, no.
‐Huh?

‐What facts?
‐You think?

David, please.

Heather, there is something
I could tell you right now,

but because I have matured

and I actually am
a very good friend,

I'm not going to.

(horn blares)

(customers groan)

CUSTOMER: Stop doing that!

What was that about?

Uh, who knows
with that guy, right?

Oh, wait, dammit.
He's my ride.

(electronic music)

(gentle music)

‐(horn honking)
‐(traffic rumbling)

(gentle music)

♪♪ ♪♪

JASON: 104.3 The Zone.

‐It's me, Jason the Hog.
‐(hog snorting)

We got the‐‐
the 94.3 The Zone Summer Jam

coming up down at Miller Park
this summer, July 14th.

We got Saliva,
3 Doors Down,

Powerman 5000,
Taproot, Sevendust,

Mudvayne all headlining
the 104.3 The Zone's stage.

And, uh,
we also are gonna have, uh,

Ted Nugent's gonna give
a speech for about 20 minutes.

‐(gunshot)
‐MAN: Yee‐haw!

JASON: So get your tickets.

The first hundred callers get,
uh, free tickets,

so get on the phones.

Just want to talk a little bit
about, uh,

if you're not eating‐‐
if you're‐‐

if you're not getting
your fries from Checkers,

you're out of your mind.

The fries at Checkers
are incredible.

They're not even really fries.

They're kind of‐‐
of a spicy potato,

if you ask me,
deep‐fried spicy potato.

I love 'em, and I tell you
one other thing,

they're forcing‐‐
they're forcing kids to eat

all these tropical fruits
in the‐‐

in the school lunches.

I say, "My son's not gay."

My son eat apple, grape.

No mango, no peach,
no cr‐‐no cream.

You keep that out
of my goddamn son's mouth.

Because I don't want to live
in a world‐‐

I‐‐I'm‐‐
I'm glad I'm almost dead.

I'm glad I'm almost dead.

I'm sick of this crap.

All this music‐‐oh, you know,
rap is crap.

Let me tell you that.

I miss‐‐I miss cool bands,
you know?

Slipknot, Stone Sour,

Powerman 5000, Marilyn Manson,
you know?

Whatever happened to metal?

Ever since Metallica
cut their hair it's been bad.

And I know‐‐I'm‐‐I'm friends
with James Hetfield.

I'm friends with‐‐
he's one of my best friends.

He's a close personal friend.

And I suggest‐‐I‐‐I've gave‐‐
I've given him some lyrics.

I'll tell ya another thing.

My wife passed away.

She died on a cruise ship.

Not‐‐not much I can do
about it,

international waters.

She passed away in the shower.

Yes, I completed the cruise.

We had two‐‐two days at sea.

What the hell you want me
to do?

So Billy Corgan's
in the news.

Billy's a personal friend
of mine.

I love Billy.

Me and Billy have hung out
plenty of times.

Uh, Billy, uh, one of my‐‐
he was at my wedding.

I remember one time
me and Billy‐‐

Billy came over to my house.

He said, "I'm‐‐I'm‐‐I'm low.

I'm low."

I said, "All right, well,
you know what?

"How about we do this?

"How about we go out
to the bowling alley?

"I'll get us a couple 40s,
and we can get, uh,

"we can get all tanked up
down at the bowling alley,

have some fun,
maybe find some girls?"

He says,
"That sounds really great."

Billy was into
the Dragon Ball Z.

So, uh, we go down there,
and we're having a blast.

Billy says to me,

"You know, I'm feeling‐‐
I'm feeling insane.

I'm feeling insane."

I said, "Billy, you know
what you sound like?"

He said, "What?"

I said, "You sound like
a rat in a cage."

And he said, "That's a song."

He wrote it down.

I didn't get any credit.
I don't want any credit.

Because you know what I also
said to him the same night?

I said, "Hey, Billy,
let me tell you something.

The world is a vampire."

And he said, "That's a song."

He wrote it down,
number one hit.

So, Billy, if you're listening,
I miss you.

Please, uh, um, um, you know,

it's not looking good for me.

It's not looking good for me.

Uh, radio‐‐radio's, uh,

you know.

All right,
thank you guys so much.

(percussive electronic music)

Wait a sec, look.
Don't you see it?

Wait, what?
See what?

The motel parking lot
was empty?

Yeah, right,
except for Pronk's Ford Focus.

And the starlings defecated

all over the lot
in every space?

Yeah, every single space.

Looked like a bird poop
Jackson Pollock.

Okay, think about the guano
in the spaces

and the guano on the Focus.

Wait, the guano on the Focus.

Focus, Hunch.

There was guano on the Focus,

and in every space in the lot.

‐HEATHER: Mm‐hmm.
‐JOHN: Pronk's Ford Focus

couldn't have been there
at 5:20 p. m.

HEATHER: Yeah.

JOHN: It would've acted
as a guano shield.

We can't prove that birds
didn't shit on Pronk's car.

But we can prove
it didn't happen at 5:20

in the motel parking lot,
which means...

BOTH: He's lying!

(exhales)

That was amazing.

Totally.
(exhales)

Look at him gloat.

He doesn't even know
we've got him.

It's good to see you
at work again.

Oh, thanks, yeah.

Uh, you know, Heather,

I've spent the last,
uh, few weeks‐‐

Lurking around me at the lake
but avoiding all eye contact?

I hadn't noticed.

Sorry.
It's just, um...

I'm‐‐I was embarrassed.

Why?

Well, you got out.

You went out into the world,

and I didn't.

Hunch...

I thought Dicktown was enough,
you know?

But then I realized
it's barely anything.

No, Hunch.
Take it from me.

The world
is just different Dicktowns

full of different dicks.

Besides, how bad
can this town be?

‐I came back.
‐Yeah. No, you did.

Uh, okay, Heather, uh...

I'm sort of in love with you.

Never detected that?
(laughs)

Detected that.

Target's on the move.

JOHN: What? Oh.

Should we confront him
together,

like in the old days?

Um, why don't you go?

I'll sit here
and back you up.

Copy that.

But wait a minute,
a 1968 Dodge Charger

in hot pink?

RONALD: Hey, get away from me,
brigand.

Dodge didn't make
a pink Charger till 1970.

How do you steal a pink Charger

that doesn't
even exist unless‐‐

(gasps)

Help!
David, where are you?

(grunting)

Oh, wow, you found my car.

It's about time,
you old weirdo.

Peace out.
I'll cass‐ap you.

HEATHER: (exhales)
1968 hot pink Charger,

one of the rarest Hot Wheels
on the market.

Yeah, it's very valuable.

That's why Pronk
tried to steal it.

The point is that it's a toy,
Hunch.

You're still working
for children.

Well, mostly teenagers,

and they are extremely mature.
I mean‐‐

How have you not
been arrested yet?

(sighs)
Honestly, I'm not sure.

That's what you should be
embarrassed about, Hunch,

not that you haven't left home,

that you haven't grown up.

Well, now that's not true,
I have business cards.

‐I have to go.
‐Wait! Heather.

Can I still get a ride?

(bittersweet music)

♪♪ ♪♪

(Eartheater's "Supersoaker")

♪♪ Don't make me wait ♪♪

♪♪ You got me wet, come over ♪♪

♪♪ You know I've got that ♪♪

♪♪ Supersoaker ♪♪

♪♪ Meet me in the deep
side of the pool ♪♪

♪♪ Better grow gills,
bring a snorkel ♪♪

♪♪ Chug a whole gallon
to reload ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ Flash floods don't lie ♪♪

♪♪ You know I'm not faking it ♪♪

♪♪ Flash floods don't lie ♪♪

♪♪ Gush don't lie ♪♪

♪♪ Flash floods don't lie ♪♪

♪♪ You know I'm not faking it ♪♪

♪♪ Flash floods don't lie ♪♪

♪♪ A gush don't lie ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

ALL: Yes!