All language subtitles for First.Wives.Club S02E05_English

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Hey.
Good morning.

Hey, how'd you sleep?
You know what?

I want to have Chinese food
for dinner tonight.

That sound good?

- Uh-uh. No. No way.

I'm not pretending like
nothing happened last night

and not talking about it.

- Okay, yes.
Plenty happened last night,

but nothing that we need
to talk about anymore.

Except we are
out of dark roast.

Now, I primed some more,
but if you are desperate,

I'll just steal some
from the teacher's lounge.

- Cut the bullshit, Gary.
It's not about the coffee.

Yes, it is about the coffee.
- Here.

- Thank you. And please steal
some from your work,

but we need to talk about
what happened at my work.

And what could have happened

if someone saw
that scene you caused.

- Okay. You know what?
You are right.

My behavior in front
of your colleagues,

Bree, it was unacceptable.
And Bree, I'm sorry.

- Uh-uh. No, don't do that.
Don't you dare do that.

You are not apologizing.
You are agreeing.

You are agreegilizing.
You are--

you're apologeering.
I don't know.

That could be a thing.
But don't do that.

- Okay, so you're mad
because I won't fight?

- No, you just want to sweep it
under the rug.

And that's how I know
you're angry.

We need to talk about
what happened with Jesús.

- Yeah, I didn't
extend his contract.

Told the kids that he joined
the space program.

And, yeah, everything is fine.

- Everything's fine?
- Everything's fine.

- You're fine.

- I am more than fine, Bree.
I slept on it. I meditated.

I prayed to every God
that I could find on Google.

And, yeah, I'm good.

- You're good. That's great.
- Yeah.

- You sure you're good?
- I'm so good.

- ♪ Pull up, pull up,
pull up, pull up ♪

♪ Pull up, pull up, pull up ♪

♪ Pull up, pull up, pull up ♪
- ♪ Stop! ♪

- ♪ Play this again ♪

[line trilling]

- Ari, where--
where were you this morning?

- The ticket Vanessa sent
is for next weekend.

She booked
the wrong flight, David.

- Wait. What?

Vanessa booked your flight
for next weekend?

- Negro, did I stutter?

Yes.
Next weekend.

- Busy day, D.

We only have half
an hour for lunch.

- Thanks, Van.
You mind giving us a minute?

- Oh, no, no, no.

Actually, I'd like Van to stay,
if that's okay, D.

I'd like to know why my
flight itinerary was incorrect.

- Ari, I apologize
for all the confusion.

I reserved the exact flight
you requested.

Except the wrong date.
Once I realized my mistake,

I contacted the airline,
rebooked another flight,

and emailed you the updated
itinerary immediately,

but I guess you didn't get it.

- No, Vanessa.
I didn't get a new itinerary

nor did I get an email
or a text to confirm receipt.

- But I assure you I sent it.

- I don't know if you're lying
or incompetent,

or maybe both,
but it's unacceptable.

- Ari, that's enough. Okay.

Let--
let's all just take a breath.

Vanessa, can you please
give us a minute alone?

- I don't trust her, David.
I think she's lying.

- Ari, come on. The poor--
the poor girl made a mistake.

She apologized. It's not like
she wanted you to miss this.

- You sure about that?

And she's not
a poor girl, David.

She's a grown-ass woman

with a job for which she needs
to be held accountable.

- Look,
I'm just as upset as you.

But we're on opposite coasts

with extremely
different schedules.

Sometimes these things
just happen.

- I gotta go.

- I mean, look,
I would change if--

[disconnection chime]

Okay.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- It troubles me
to have to do this,

but this is not
your parents' pantry.

- Yeah, man.
Oh, wow. Look at this.

- For example,
I'd like to grab a lozenge

but they seem to be missing.
Again.

- Damn. What kind
of ab exercise is that?

- As is the dark roast coffee.
Again.

- One, two.

- Please. Stop stealing
from the teachers' lounge.

- Like a fake-ass Jason Momoa.
- Hey.

- Gary, care to update us on
the Healthy Kids initiative?

- [sighs]

- Gary?

- [softly]
Can't believe this.

- [clears throat]
Gary!

- Oh, my God! Uh-oh. I'm so--
I am so sorry. Of course. Yes.

Just reviewing some notes,
in my phone about the, um--

The, uh--the--

- Healthy Kids.
- Initiative. Thank you.

I was--this close.
Healthy Kids initiative.

'Cause we have to get
these kids to eat more.

Or less. Or--more good stuff,
less junk food.

- Mm.
- Actually, there's a PSA.

I was gonna screen it
at the kick-off event.

But you know what?

There's no time
like the present. Enjoy.

[upbeat orchestral music]

- Healthy kids!

- Mealtime should be
a family event.

And healthy kids,
they need healthy foods,

including all the major food.

[upbeat dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- You know there's more than
one way to eat clean, though.

Right, daddy?
- Oh.

- Claro que sí, mami.
Que rico.

- Parents need to set
a good example.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

If mom and dad eat right,
then so will the kids.

[screaming]

Oh!

Make healthy choices
for healthy kids.

- Healthy kids!

- Smells like dark roast.

Care to share
where you got that, Gary?

- I wonder.
- Oh, Gary.

[quirky jazz music]

- All right. Let's have
our next presentation.

A little less theatrics.
You ready?

[whimpers]

- On behalf of Ladies First
and, obviously, Hazel Rachelle,

welcome to your
artist-in-residence bootcamp.

- It's very, uh, Hazel.

Narcissistic chic.
- [chuckles]

I know.
You're welcome.

[upbeat laid-back music]

- That's a lot of marble.

- The showcase is coming up,
and there's a lot to prepare,

so in this rare occasion

and under these very limited
conditions,

mi casa es su casa.

- This really feels like

such a bad idea
on so many levels.

However,
since it's not level basement,

which is where my apartment is,
I'll work through it.

What showcase?

- Oh.

Ladies First is sponsoring
a new artist showcase.

- I'm not a new artist.

- Well, you are to FAI
and they own my label.

It will be a great opportunity
for them to meet you,

so they can sign off.

- So you signed me,
but you didn't really sign me.

How is this your label?
- [chuckles]

Because it is.
[scoffs]

Tick-tock.

Time is money.
We should get started.

- Time is a construct
of the patriarchy.

- Oh, Lord, give me strength.

- All set.
Get comfortable, girl.

You're no stranger around here.

- Mm, thank you.
- Yes.

- Mwah.

My sexy Jamaican King.

- Anytime, my Nubian goddess.

♪ ♪

- Yeah, you just did that
in the elevator.

Y'all gonna do this every
single time you see each other?

- Oh, girl, here's hoping.

- Regina, I know when we were
talking contracts,

I said we were broke

but you really didn't have
to bring your own dishes.

- These are singing bowls.
For healing.

- Oh, good.

I've been meaning
to get some of those.

Give her the itinerary.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, thank you.

Settle in and rest up.

We are going to hit
the ground running.

The legend, Walker Lamont,
is coming at 9:00.

- Walker Lamont?
- Uh-huh.

- The Walker Lamont?
- Yeah.

- Won a Grammy
for Producer of the Year

three times in a row?

And only missing
the "T" in EGOT?

- Yes, he's going to help us
with one of the songs.

- Now, this isn't some cousin
you call Walker Lamont?

- It's the Walker Lamont.
He's a friend.

- Damn.
You finally impressed me.

Next time, open with that.
Oh, do you have a tub?

I love to soak in lavender
and goat's milk twice a day.

- Oh, this bitch is crazy.

Uh, that's--that's my room.

- My client is fine
with keeping this party modest.

It's your client who wants
to make a kids' birthday party

into a social event.

And between us, seven isn't
even a milestone year.

- It's either a party
or my client

takes the twins
to Disneyland in Paris.

- Well, my client has put forth
the Party Family Fun Zone.

It has a ball pit
and a bounce house,

supervision for the kids,
and no clean up.

- My client prefers to spare
her children

of a staph infection
'cause that's nasty.

She proposes a nature-themed
backyard party at the Waldorf,

an elegant affair geared toward
someone of my client's means.

- All right. If you expect
my client to foot half the bill

for an exorbitant PR stunt
for your client's company,

you might as well have

Anonomou(sly)'s marketing
department cover the cost.

I thought this was
for the children.

- Fine. But my client is more
than willing to host the party

in her own backyard

where the children will feel
safe in their mother's arms.

- Ah. Yeah, well,
my client wants a ball pit.

- Bouncy house.
- Trampoline.

- Fine.
What's the split?

- He'll cover the cake. Your
client may pick the flavor.

- Vanilla. No sugar.

- Oh, for God's sake,
these are children.

- 50% reduced sugar

or your client is responsible
for property damage

caused by children
on a sugar high.

- Fine.
- Guest list?

- No in-laws.

- No Waffle Ho,
AKA Crystal Grant.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Deal.

- Now, that wasn't so hard now,
was it?

- Waffle Ho?
- Mm-hmm.

- That's a good one.
- Yeah, it is. [chuckles]

Be careful. I might tell you
my name for you.

- Is it Jakeypoo?
- [chuckles]

- You want--
you know what yours is?

- Enlighten me.

- Jay-licious.
- Okay, and I'm done.

- [chuckles]
- And I'm done. Now I'm done.

That's why I'm getting
a bouncy house.

- Come on.

[peaceful piano music]

[music stops]

- Yeah, did you get a chance
to check out the demo?

- Yep. Got it, Walker.

Can you play a little bit
so I can warm up?

- Yeah. Let's get it.

♪ ♪

- ♪ [vocalizing] ♪

♪ ♪

- Damn, girl,
you still got it, huh?

[all chuckling]

- He thought we were playing
around here, huh?

- Apparently not. All right.
Let's try from the first verse.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Wrapped in your arms,
falling deeper, babe ♪

♪ Wanna stretch this moment
to forever, baby ♪

♪ So blinded by love-- ♪

- What is she doing?

- ♪ You make me feel
like I'm dreaming ♪

[music stops]

- Uh, yeah.
Let me get you a lyric sheet.

- No, I got it.
I just tweaked the words

a little bit so they sound
more authentic to me. You know?

- Yeah, I respect that,
but let's try hitting

some of the original lyrics
first, okay?

- What's with all this
lovey-dovey stuff?

This is supposed to be
a heartbreak song.

Think sad Mary J Blige.

Sad Mary J Blige
is multi-platinum.

- Yep.
- That's not where I'm at.

I'm more love
and light right now.

That's the headspace I'm in.

- Mm. Making money.
That's the headspace we're in.

[chuckles]

- Yeah.
Why don't we sing this song

as written by the nice genius
with all the hits?

- Because I'm not your puppet.
That's why.

- This is my company.

I hold the purse strings so I
get to pull your strings, kay?

- I actually hold
the purse strings.

together: Shut up, Curtis.

- I know that's how you
and Derek used to work.

You know, you being whatever
artist he told you to be,

but that's not
the kind of artist I am.

- Do you mean artist
or waitress?

- Ladies, ladies.

Apparently, there's something
going on between you two

and I don't want to be in it.
So, yeah.

- Wait. You're leaving?

- Haze, I don't
do drama anymore.

Life's too short.

So when you two are ready
to really work, give me a call.

- No, no.
- No. No, no, no. Okay, wait.

Walker, Walker,

I have some fresh Bundt cake
with your name all over it.

[dramatic hip-hop music]

together: See what you did?
Don't you put this one me!

This is all your fault!
I'm so done with you!

♪ ♪

[boxing bell rings]

♪ ♪

- Gary is all in his feelings,
now about Jesús,

but he won't cop to it.
But you know what?

He did this shit
in the first place.

If he wouldn'ta hooked up
with that carpool ho...

we wouldn't even be in this
situation in the first place.

- Oh, that's facts 'cause Gary
is not the victim here.

Men will burn your whole shit
down and then when you book

a night at the Marriott,
it's a problem.

- Exactly. I mean, the audacity
of him to embarrass me

in front of Dr. Reynard
and all the whites at my job.

- Not the Karens.
What'd Dr. Reynard say?

- Oh, girl, I've been avoiding
him like the potato salad

with the raisins
at the cook out.

- Are you serious?
Just talk to him, Bree.

It may not be that bad.

- Well, it certainly can't be
as bad as this.

I mean, I'm gonna stick
to my Peloton. Let's be honest.

[boxing bell rings]

- Switch!

Switch!

- Okay.

Why is she acting like
we just stole something

out of her purse?
- You!

Stop talking.
- Okay, Jillian Michaels.

I'm just here to, like,
raise my heartbeat.

- I said, stop talkin'!

- ♪ Bust it, bust it down ♪

♪ Bust it down,
bust it down, bust it down ♪

♪ Bust it down, bust it down ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Dr. Reynard.
- Dr. Washington.

- Hi. Do you have a minute?

- Yes. Everything okay?
- Yes.

I just really want to apologize

for that weirdness
at the cocktail party.

- Oh. I gotta tell you,
Dr. Washington,

the Board was really pleased
with you.

You made quite an impression.
- Oh, thank God.

I thought that
"Love and Hip Hop" moment

might have cancelled me out.

- No. You're good.
- My God, you are so nice.

Oh. Okay. Thank you--

- Yes.
- Dr. Reynard,

for being so chill about this,
and TMI, Gary and I

were going through some
personal issues that night.

- Oh, hey, listen.

I'm no stranger
to marital spats,

especially
at inopportune times.

- Mm.

- Marriage is the hardest thing
I've ever had to do.

- Right?
- Yeah.

- It's so rough.
- Yeah.

Second to brain surgery.

- How did you guys get
through the rough patch?

- We got divorced.

Hey, I'll take,
uh, number seven.

- I'm just so sorry
to hear that.

- Oh, we thought it was better
to end things

than to let things fester

and have two people resentful
and totally unhappy.

Some things are not meant
to be, Dr. Washington.

Thanks.
- That's so beautiful.

You should put that
on a magnet.

- [laughs]

No.

Have a good lunch,
Dr. Washington.

- Mm-hmm.

[upbeat music]

Are these fortune cookies free?

I was gonna take this
because I'm here.

- I feel like--
I feel like I'm going crazy.

I really do,
because everywhere I go,

I see this dude
fucking my wife.

You know? And he was probably
just laughing at me

the whole time he's
in my house, just plotting.

Plotting the next time
he'd have his face

in my wife's crotch.

And I'm sorry that
I'm being so graphic.

It's just I don't have anybody
else that I can talk to.

I can't tell my boys
that Bree fucked somebody else.

How am I gonna say that?

- So, Bree having sex
with somebody else

is a stain on your image.

This would be considered
a failure to your friends.

- Uh, yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

- [scoffs softly]

- Have you tried talking
to Bree?

- She doesn't get it.
Bree doesn't get it.

Bree don't get how I feel.

- And how do you feel, Gary?
- Betrayed.

Bamboozled.
Hoodwinked.

I'm--I'm--I'm pissed.
But I'm hurt too. You know?

- And Bree couldn't
possibly know

what that kind
of betrayal feels like, huh?

- Okay. [chuckles]
I see what you're doing.

Yes. There is a similarity.
Obviously, I see that.

But it's not the same.
It is not the same at all.

- How is a similarity
not the same at all?

- Because, okay?

When I did what I did,
right, to her, it--

it's like--

So when I did what I--

[soft dramatic music]

Oh, shit.
It's the same.

♪ ♪

- Mm-hmm.
And maybe focusing on this guy

is a way to make you feel
less guilty

instead of trying
to empathize with Bree.

- [sighs]

"Empathy is about
finding echoes

of another person in yourself."

That's one of
my favorite quotes.

Let that sink in for a minute.

- Oh, this is definitely
sinking. All the way down.

[sighs]

[soft dramatic music]

- ♪ I have been sober,
only no more clover ♪

- Where are you, Gary?

- ♪ Falling like October,
but now I'm colder ♪

♪ Please don't say it's over,
please don't say it's over ♪

- Ugh.

- ♪ Take another shot
and back to texting you ♪

♪ I got some things
on my chest ♪

♪ That I need to say ♪

♪ You stuck up in your ways ♪

♪ I don't really care,
don't take it, girl ♪

♪ I know I make mistakes ♪

♪ You act like
I can't change ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm on my way ♪

- Damn it.

♪ ♪

- Whoa.
What's going on here?

You leaving now, too?
- Nigel, the ship is sinking.

If I were you, I'd catch
the first rowboat back to...

[Jamaican accent]
Jamaica.

- That's it. I'm outta here.

- I gotta hand it to you,
Regina.

You have set a new record.

In less than 24 hours,
you've managed to piss off--

[chuckles]

The only two people in this
town willing to work with you.

One was me. The other
was the legend himself.

And trust me, honey.

The only reason he worked
with you was as a favor to me.

- No lies detected there.

- I'm not going to stay
in a situation

where my voice is not valued.

- Same old Regina.

Always finding a new way
to self-sabotage.

- Same old Hazel.

Always making everything
about you.

- Curtis, see this bitch out.

- This bitch can
see herself out.

- No, we can't just stand here,
bro. We've got to do something.

- [scoffs]
After you, Prince Charming.

- Don't worry. I got it.

Regina, didn't you say

that nothing makes you happier
than singing?

And here is the chance to do
what you love. So why not sing?

- I want to sing
on my own terms,

without compromising
my integrity.

- We all have to compromise.

But, it's not
a sign of weakness.

It shows you're secure enough
to be open to new ideas.

- [chuckles]
Good effort, Nigel.

Listen, Regina, before you go,
I just want you to know

I was a huge fan of yours
back in the day.

- Oh, thank you, Curtis.

- I used to always wonder why
you didn't make more music,

but now I guess I know
it's because you're a quitter.

Yes, say what you will about
Hazel, but she's a fighter.

The truth is you couldn't
sing that song as written

so you just made up
a reason to quit.

- Excuse me?
I can't sing that simple song?

I could sing that song
in my sleep.

- Oh.

- ♪ Swept me off my feet
only to drop me, babe ♪

♪ You just let me keep
fallin' ♪

♪ Didn't stop me, baby ♪

♪ So blinded by love
I was trippin' ♪

♪ Could never hit the mark,
we kept missin' ♪

♪ Took my breath away,
then suffocate me ♪

♪ So I can't breathe ♪

♪ Don't make promises
that you can't keep ♪

♪ Put back the pieces
you broke ♪

♪ Give back the time
that you stole ♪

♪ You said you'd never let go ♪

♪ Can't help but feel
like you owe me ♪

- Oh, yes.

Think we'll find anybody
that good by the time

the showcase runs around?
Let me help you. We won't.

- I swear.

This is your
last chance, Regina.

- I'll do the song. As written.

With a few extra runs
for good measure.

- Fine. But don't overdo it.

This ain't a Baptist
church solo.

- [chuckles] I could take it
to church, though.

- Well--
- ♪ [vocalizing excessively] ♪

♪ Hey ♪

Girl, please. Save it for the
studio, okay?

- Okay.
- Curtis, call Walker.

Apologize and send him a gift.

Don't be cheap, okay?

Mwah.

Let's get to work.

- Do I have time
for a quick bath?

[upbeat music]

- Look at us with
the one-two punch.

- Well, you know, sometimes
I use my powers for good.

Maybe--maybe--your speech
helped.

- Curtis, are we
becoming friends?

- No. No. You know what?
And the moment has passed.

Please, the touching.
- Hmm.

- ♪ I try to solves you
all out but you ghost ♪

♪ You don't want to go
to war for me ♪

♪ Time after time,
play like it's fine ♪

♪ All in my mind,
know that's it's a lie ♪

[notification chimes]

♪ How about the truth now ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Night after night
walking on ice ♪

♪ I got the right
to turn on the light ♪

♪ Tell me the truth now ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

- That's not me.

- ♪ 'Cause you make me
feel like ♪

- Damn, girl.
Where's the rest of your skirt?

- ♪ Something just
ain't right ♪

- That's the tie I bought him
for his birthday.

- ♪ Like I'm
on the wrong side ♪

- Where are you? Aren't you
supposed to be on a plane?

- I'm still in New York.
The car in front of me

tried to make a left
and got clipped by a bus.

- I can't believe
he actually lied to me.

- Hi, Teddy Bear!
[indistinct baby talk]

- Hey, baby.
- Bring your ass over here.

- Oh, my--
- The kids are with your mom.

I'm gonna have this out
right now.

- Okay, can I just
say one thing?

- Shh.
Don't talk. Just listen.

Oh, wait. That's a Jodeci song.
That was so good. [chuckles]

- I think we're good
on the tequila. Yes.

- Uh-uh. Uh-uh. Uh-uh. Uh-uh.
You want to know the truth?

'Cause I wanna
tell you the truth.

It was so good to tell you
that I slept with Jesús.

Uh-huh. That was sweet, sweet,
and I loved it.

- [clears throat] That's fair.
- Damn right it's fair, bitch.

But also,
if I want the revenge,

then I'm not as over it
as I thought it would be.

And that's just, like,
really confusing right now.

- It is a hard thing
to get over.

- Stop agreeing with me.
Stop apologreeing. Okay?

I'm tryin' to fight with you.

I've been tryin' to fight
for two days.

We need to fight this out.

- I don't want to fight.
I don't want to fight.

Hey, honestly, Bree,

I didn't realize
I just how much I had hurt you.

I mean, yes, I knew
that it was wrong. I just--

I didn't fully understand
what it meant to have someone

that you love share themselves
with somebody else.

- Yeah. It sucks.
- Yeah. It sucks.

- I just said that. It sucks.

- I feel like I got stabbed.
With a rusty knife.

- And you got tetanus.

And your respiratory
system failed

and you can't find your EpiPen

'cause it's at the bottom
of your big purse

and you just stopped breathing.
You can't breathe.

You feel you gonna die?
Yeah, I've been there.

[soft dramatic music]

[sighs]

- I'm sorry.
And I mean that.

No, Bree, Bree.
I mean that. Okay?

I can't believe
that I did that to you

and I promise that I will
never ever do that again.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]
Okay, well, you know I'm petty

and I really enjoyed all
of that.

I really did, but damn, Gary,
I got to apologize.

I got to say I am so sorry for
the way I told you about Jesús.

That was wack.

- Yeah. No, it was wack.
- That was so wack.

- Yeah, 'cause you just
blurted it out.

- In front of so many people.
- So many people.

- Like, rich, white people.
- A lot of rich, white people.

- That's wack.
- Yeah.

- [sighs]

Look.
Get it out.

- Mm-mm. I'm good. I'm good.
- Baby, have some. It's good.

Go on, get it.
It's the expensive one.

- Okay, fuck it.

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

Oh, you just going in.
Oh, oh. What? Oh.

- [coughs and chuckles]

Thank you. Real talk.
Wrong and all.

- Yeah.

- I'm gonna need a little time
to get over this shit, Bree.

Okay?
Now, I will actively be trying,

but it's going to take more
than two days. I mean, damn.

- Okay.
- [chuckles]

- Oh. Okay. Yes.
- Oh!

- All right. You see that?
This is good, baby.

- This is good.
- This is very good.

- This is good.
- That's very good.

- How were you gonna
go and smash

a Spanish Insta-thot
while we were separated?

- Oh, there's more.
You have more.

- I mean, that man.

He needs to put
on clothes, Bree.

He needs to put on clothes.
And that's your type?

That's what you're, like, into?

I didn't know that.
That's interesting.

I didn't know
you was into that.

- Gary, it was
like Antonio Banderas

or Ricky Martin had a baby.
How could I not?

- And he ain't cute.
I mean, he's not cute like me.

Sure, the motherfucker
is, like, you know,

gorgeous or whatever. So what?
Let me ask you this.

Can he lick it and click it at
the same damn time like I do?

- No, boo, he cannot.
- All right.

[upbeat music]

- Take that bottle upstairs.

- You ain't said nothing--

- Go on. Let's go.

- No, I'm gonna show you up.
You got it?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Your leg sleep?

- Is the room spinning
or is that just me?

- No, that's just you, babe.

- Right. Come on.
I feel flexible.

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪
- ♪ Number one, yeah ♪

♪ I'm still number one ♪
- ♪ Hell yeah ♪

- ♪ Number one,
always be number one ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪

- ♪ Held you down, took you
from minor to major ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪

- ♪ You won't admit it ♪

♪ You're the fruits
of my labor ♪

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪
- ♪ Number one, yeah ♪

♪ I'm still number one ♪
- ♪ Hell yeah ♪

- ♪ Number one,
always be number one ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪

♪ Don't forget it,
yeah, I'm still number one ♪

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪

- [snaps]
- Whoo!