(bright music)
- Sorry I'm late.
- Pom, hi.
- Hi. - Did you have an
appointment scheduled?
- I did, always.
- Okay.
- I'd just like to say, I had such a great time starring
in this summer's Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2.
So I remembered you asking me
to put together some self-taped auditions for
each of this summer's biggest blockbusters.
- Yeah, yeah, I did ask you to do that, yeah.
Last summer.
- I finally got around to it,
and I thought we should check them out.
- Okay, well, I don't think that VCR
is gonna really work with my system here,
so you can just...
(dramatic music)
- Attention beach goers, it's me, the Rock.
I need everyone to get their jabroni asses
off my beach immediately
if you smellllll
what Baywatch is cooking.
Huh, what do you think?
- Well, I think that this movie already came out.
- Ever heard of green screen?
- Yes.
- Whatever, I think I'm perfect for this next one.
Tom, since you made me your mummy girlfriend,
I've never been happier
and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you
and be the mummy mommy
to our mummy kids.
What do you think?
Is that a mission impossible?
- Again, this movie has already come out
but why didn't you use the scripts that I sent you?
- The ones you sent last summer?
They are outdated.
You look like you need to see more.
- No, that's not the face that this...
- We're gonna pahk the cahdown in Hahvad Yahd
or else this entirefriggin' Spahtlight fiasco's
gonna come crumbling down.
- Why are you auditioning for Spotlight?
- I think I'd be good in it.
I spent hours doing this.
These...
are bad priests.
(sobs)
Bad!
priests!
- This movie won the Oscar two years ago.
- I'm sorry, an Oscar wouldn't be good for my career?
- That's not how it works.
You don't, um... - Whatever!
I'm just gonna skip to a good one.
Where were we?
Yes!
our planet is in trouble.
How inconvenient.
- Okay, you can't audition to be Al Gore the person.
- Because I'm a woman?
Wow!
Lightning McQueen, I need a gasoline transplant
and you're my only hope.
The name is Driver.
Baby Driver.
(grunts)
War!
Freedom!
Apes!
Kleenex?
- You know what, Pom, I think I've seen enough.
- Was it good?
Um...
- It's not really.
- It was good, right?
- Um. - Do you think I'm good?
- Um...
yes.
(cries)
I think maybe you should see a therapist.