Riley: So now it's time to vote.
All you gotta do is just write the top five dancers, in order, on a piece of paper,
and then I'll tally them up!
- (dancers agree) - Riley: Thank you guys.
(light applause)
Henry: So how do you think you did?
Uh, you know, I feel pretty good about it.
Yeah. We both probably did get in.
Oh yeah, for sure.
Two peach mangoes, please.
But there is a possibility that only one of us gets in.
... Yeah, I guess so.
Noah: I'm feeling pretty good about my audition.
I definitely made the team.
I wonder what that would be like?
Not making the team and all.
Yeah.
I'd feel pretty bad for you.
No.
Oh no, my friend.
It is I who would feel bad for you.
Oh yeah?
'Cause when you don't make it, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be handing you tissues to mop up the tears.
(scoffs) You don't think the team needs this type of energy?
Noah: Ooh, okay, okay.
I uh... I say we settle this with a gentleman's wager.
You bet.
See what I did there?
(both chuckle)
Whoever doesn't get picked for the group...
can't use the letter 'P' for the rest of the day.
Perfect.
(scoffs) Enjoy that word.
It's the last time you'll be saying it today. (laughs)
Noah: Am I going to win?
Possibly.
Probably.
Positively.
Poor Noah.
Hey, Henry. How you feeling?
Perturbed? Prickly? Panicked?
This should be no problem.
Sorry, what did you say?
... This will be no issue for me.
Perfect!
Henry: Okay, Noah won.
But I can go without saying the letter 'P'.
'Ractice' makes 'erfect.'
How about you order a piece of pepperoni pizza, with a pitcher of pineapple juice?
(Henry groans)
♪ ♪ ♪
How you enjoying that sandwich, Henry?
Is it perfect?
Is that pastrami?
- Henry: Mm-hmm. - Noah: Hmm.
- Clamming up now, Henry? - Mm-mm.
I'm not gonna give Noah the satisfaction.
Alfie: Oh. Hey guys!
Uh, we're gonna go play some ping-pong to blow off some steam after the competition.
You in?
I love 'ing-ong!'
It would positively be a pleasure.
Well, we're gonna leave in five minutes, so...
Pickle. Thanks!
I need to get out of this bet.
Okay Noah.
I can't go 'lay' 'ing-ong' without using that letter I'm not allowed to use.
You lost a bet, man!
There's gotta be something I can do to get out of this.
Well there is one thing.
You in?
Anything.
Noah: Alright. I'll let Henry off the hook.
But, he's gonna have to pay the piper.
Do you know what that's for?
- No. - Well you're about to find out.
Everybody! Gather 'round!
Henry: I said I would do anything to get out of this bet,
but this is starting to get really strange.
Noah: I hope Henry appreciates this.
Do you have any idea how many stores I had to go to
to find an extra-extra-extra-large shower cap?
Eleven.
- Are you ready? - What are we going to do?!
Patricia! Pie me!
Noah: Ooh.
Well. The goal here
is to consume everything.
With no hands.
Are you ready?
Do I have a choice?
Do you wanna use the letter 'P' again?
- Yes. - Are you sure about that?
(exhales)
Tell my mother I love her.
(Noah and crowd giggles)
Noah: I admire a person who would do anything for the love of ping-pong.
Henry and I are cut from the same cloth.
I am pleased to be preceding with my 'P'-filled life!
(crowd giggles)
Now, for ping-pong!
(laughter and applause)
Henry: Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers!
Yes! Free at last!
At the same time, he's a little bit weird, little bit kooky.
Yo, it was kind of weird back there with Stephanie, wasn't it?
Sorta. But I didn't mind it. Kinda reminded me of kindergarten.
Henry is a lot like myself in terms of being very outgoing.