God, this work retreat is so boring.
At least it's almost lunch.
Yeah, first there's music.
Last year we had Bonnie Raitt,
and she was so awesome.
Well, this year...
we've got the Pointer Brothers.
Oh. Do they do Pointer Sisters songs?
I would assume so.
Anything else would be plain stupid.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please put your warm hands together
for the Pointer Brothers!
What are they doing?
Ladies and gentlemen, we are the Pointer Brothers.
And by the end of the night tonight,
we promise to point to every person in this arena.
Oh, no! That can't be what this is!
There's, like, a thousand of us in here.
OK, folks. Now, here's how it works.
Everybody, stand up.
Once you've been pointed at, sit down.
Otherwise, there's no way for us to keep track.
Or if that doesn't work, throw your hands up.
Wait to be pointed.
Once you're pointed at,
throw that hand back down to the ground.
We can't do both. We got to choose one, guys.
-I kind of like the hand thing. -And I like mine.
So do they not sing?
I think that they just point.
That can't be it!
All right, folks. Who hasn't been pointed at yet?
This is a lot harder to keep track of who I pointed at than I thought.
Well, it's not that bad.
I pointed at him...
him...
her...
Don't point at them again. It makes it less special.
Don't tell me what to do.
All right, folks. This is going to take a long time!
But nobody is leaving this room until they are pointed at.
-Waggoo, Waggoo, Waggoo! -Oh! Who's that?
It's Waggoo!
Hey, everybody! Waggoo!
-Waggoo! -Waggoo! Oh, my God!
Now, Waggoo hates points.
He takes them away.
If Waggoo touches you, that brings
your point count back down to zero.
Throw your hand back up
and we will re-point you.
And, ladies!
Do not let Waggoo touch you.
He's not allowed.
Not allowed. Do you hear me, Paul?
OK, man. Leave me alone.
Not after what you did.
Now we are going to ask a member of the audience
to come up on-stage with us, the Pointer Brothers.
So, ma'am, why don't you come on up here?
Hurry, though.
Let's go!
Come on! Come on! Hurry up!
-There's no stairs to get up. -Grab my hand. Come on.
Don't make excuses.
You got to help. You have to help. You have to help with it.
You have to help. You have to help.
Come on, get up! Get up!
All right, ma'am.
Have we pointed at you yet?
Yes.
I was going to point at you, show you how easy it was.
OK. We have a lot of pointing to do, so go and take your seat.
There's no stairs to get off the stage.
Lay down and roll off, then!
One of these guys will catch you!
-Come on, let's go. -Go, now! Pronto!
Let's go. Get off, get off. Go, go.
Shut the fuck up!
She's fine!
Shut the fuck up, you pieces of shit!
-...fuck up! -Do you hear me?
Oh, fuck you!
Every man in this audience that didn't
try to catch her is a fucking coward!
Folks, here we go!
Now, ladies and gentlemen, this is the part of the evening
when one very lucky member of our backstage crew
gets to come out here and bring me a water.
Sharon?
Come on, Sharon!
-Sharon? Hurry up. -Come on, Sharon.
Come on, Sharon.
-Where the hell were you? -I was lying down.
What is going on with you?
Don't go! I am going to drink it and give you the bottle back!
-Sharon, right, everyone? -We should fire her, right, folks?
-We can't. -Because of what Waggoo did.
-She talked to me first, man. -Waggoo, are you still out here?
How many people have you touched?
This whole section.
Damn it, Waggoo! That's going to set us back!
God damn it! We're in the weeds now, man!
Waggoo, you green piece of shit!
Who hasn't been pointed at?
-Are you fucking kidding me? -This sucks!
-You suck! -Oh, fuck you, man!
You fucking suck!
Any of you fucks want it, fight me, you pieces of shit!
You suck!
This is your wife. This is your wife.
That's your wife, man!
That's your lady!
Fight me!
Now!