The song was your present.
How much did it cost?
It didn't cost money.
Then it's not a present.
You are unbelievable.
I'm not the one who didn't get her sister
a present for her birth week.
I wrote a song for you.
I rehearsed it. The people. I performed it for you.
Yeah. I think you were a little flat
on that last course.
Uh, can't hit your sister during her birth week.
It's, sometimes... when life hands you lemons...
you, uh, you--
Tori.
What?
I know what you're trying to say.
You do?
You're embarrassed that you got kicked out
of Hollywood Arts.
Oh.
It's okay.
Doesn't mean that you have zero talent.
Trina, I--
You think this is easy for me?
Cause it's not.
What's not?
Being the talented one in our family.
That's a lot of pressure.
And you're my baby sister. It hurts me when you fail.
Oh, man.
And listen, if I could just somehow
suck some talent out of me and sprinkle it all over you...
I swear... I would consider doing that.
Now, you want me to make you some cream of wheat?
I hate cream of wheat?
Yeah, but I love it.
Uh, I can't eat airplane food. Too gross. Ugh.
And why is this now on my tray table?
Cause I'm done with it.
[groaning] She won't stop moaning.
[moaning]
Well, about an hour ago, she...
[moaning]
Trina, why didn't you get out of bed?
My face hurts.
Just lie down on the couch.
Call Dr. Dodi.
I am talking to Dr. Dodi.
[moaning]
Yeah, Her anesthesia's definitely worn off.
[moaning]
How do I know? Here, listen.
[moaning]
Hear that?
[moaning]
What? I'm sorry. What? I can't hear--
[moaning]
Yeah. Yeah, I do. Okay. Thanks.
What'd he say?
That I need to ice your face.
Ah. Frozen peas.
No, I hate peas!
You don't have to eat 'em.
I'm just gonna lay 'em on your face.
- No! - Dr. Dodi said to.
[arguing]
I don't want peas on my face!
[arguing]
No!
Oh. Mm. That feels nice.
Come on, just give me a chance!
Get off! No!
You don't understand. I'm a really fun girl.
- No, you're not! - You're so good looking!
What are you doing? Stop! Stop!
Fabulous, right?
You really need to wear that just to rehearse?
A performer needs to feel the part to be the part.
I thought we talked about you not tapping my nose anymore.
Okay, we got the comedy stuff down,
so let's start with my song.
And by your song, I'm guessing you mean the song that I wrote.
No one cares who wrote the song.
Now take it from "When I make it shine".
♪ When I make it shine ♪
Well?
Do you have any aspirin?
I want something.
How can I assist you?
I don't like this song, I need you to change it.
Your phone is right next to you.
Yeah, but I have a pickle in this hand
and a lip gloss in this one.
Now change the song.
[drilling]
[screaming]
[laughing]
Oh, my God, you're so funny in this pic.
Let me see it.
If you want to see it, you can go
to The Slap.com later and look at my page.
You are not putting that pic on The Slap.
Oh, yeah, I am.
I have an album on my Slap page called My Icky Little Sister.
That is so...
Who cares?
I mean, cause what do you have, like 34 followers?
[giggling]
I happen to have 977 followers, so... to you.
You have 977 followers?
How do you have so many?
Cause I'm amazing. I'm pretty. I'm smart. I'm pretty.
How many followers do you have?
314.
[laughing]
I am so much more popular than you.
Hey, Tori, here.
What? [gasping]
Is that a pair of my underwear?
Yeah. My allergies have been so bad today.
What?
Tissues make my nose red and sore. These are so soft.
[blowing nose]
You've been blowing your nose in my underwear?
Yeah, they're like a giant soft hanky.
Giant?
Ooh. There ya go. Get the scalp.
Oh. Tissue.
[blowing nose]
Check the color.
Why?
The doctor says if it's a greenish yellow color,
then I should probably start to think about taking some an--
What are you doing?
Tori, you're pushing. Tori.
Tori, oh, my gosh, I wish people would quit bugging me
just cause I'm one of the stars of Deavertesimo.
Why would people here bug you about a tv show
that's not even on in America?
You mean Deavertesimo?
Stop saying it.
- Jealous? - No.
Cause I could totally understand you being jealous,
you know, since it's a high quality television show
with top notch acting.
Well, when you gonna get me a copy of the show
so I can watch it?
Ah, geez, Tori, get your own life.