Why didn't you shave your legs before we left for school?
I didn't know we had to leave 40 minutes early.
- Well, it's a little awkward. - I need to get...
Oh, Trina!
That hit my tongue!
- Oh...! - Stop!
Your toe poked me in the eye!
- Trina! Drop it! - Hey, what's your problem?
If you don't want me to shave my legs, you do it.
No.
Then give it back and I'll do it.
Keep your eyes on the road. I'll do it.
Oh, oh... Okay, uh...
Watch out for that sore.
Ugh...
This could not get worse.
And when you're done with that leg just, uh...
Okay.
Can you get my pit?
All right.
[groaning]
It got worse.
Come on.
Hey, Trina.
Are those Fazzini shoes?
They sure are.
With 10-inch heels.
That's a hot shoe.
I know.
Um, I'm still learning how to walk in them.
Do you mind?
Just grab on.
Hey there. Hi.
Oh. Oh, hey, Fazzini shoes. I'm wearing them. They're mine.
- Thanks, Festus. - I want a tamale.
Too bad, he got the last one.
[humming]
Give it to me.
No, I want it.
Look, I am not in a good mood
and I want a tamale so hand it over.
No, Trina!
[arguing]
Hey! Stop it! Hey!
[screaming]
Hey, stop it!
Give them back!
No fighting over tamales!
[screaming]
[groaning]
One, two, three and four.
Five, six, seven, eight. And one, two.
Okay...
Most of you, that was awesome.
Trina...
You keep trying.
Beck.
'Sup, Trina.
What are you here for?
- You. - Me?
I... I don't understand.
Ever since you kissed me this morning, it's...
it's affected me.
Well, I had a burrito for breakfast.
Was it the onions?
I like you.
What...?
Can I come over to your house tonight?
Yes!
Oh, my God! Yes, please!
You... You want me to make you some... dinner?
Yeah. Will you make me a chicken?
Yeah. Oh, yeah, I'll make you a chicken.
[gasping]
♪ Chicago! Chicago! ♪
♪ It's a city that's exciting It's a city that's inviting ♪
♪ It's a city for a woman Just like me ♪
♪ There's a lake They call Lake Michigan ♪
♪ I think I'm really fitting in ♪
♪ This city Is my perfect cup of tea! ♪
♪ Chicago! ♪
The doctor says I ain't ever gonna walk again.
Not even on crutches.
But I'm gonna tell you something.
I'm scared.
I'm a woman in Chicago who's scared.
- Trina, you set? - I am super set.
Okay, then we're gonna put one down.
Yes, let's put one down.
Track 1.
Playback.
[music playing]
[off-key] ♪ I don't wanna make a scene ♪
♪ I don't wanna let you down ♪
♪ I try to do my own thing ♪
♪ And I'm starting To figure it out ♪
♪ That's alright Keep it together ♪
[distorted voice] ♪ Wherever we go ♪
I'm not hearing any music anymore.
Uh, yeah, your vocal. You're not sounding like you did
on the live demo you played for me.
Oh, right.
I was just trying it a different way.
Oh, okay. Well, why don't you just try singing it
like you did on the demo?
Yes, sir. No problemo.
Great, great.
- Let's go again. - All right, take two.
[music playing]
♪ I don't wanna make a scene ♪
♪ I don't wanna let you down ♪
♪ I try to do my own thing ♪
♪ And I'm starting To figure it out ♪
Can't you make her sound better?
Yep.
[inaudible vocals]
- You just turned off her mic. - Mm-hm.
[inaudible vocals]
Sound better?
Yeah.
[music playing]
What is that?
A bowl of mayonnaise.
For what?
[sighs] I read online that soaking your face
in mayonnaise for 10 minutes a day
makes a girl prettier.
[doorbell rings]
Tori, it's Beck.
Beck!
Oh!
Oh, hey, Beck.
I didn't know you were coming over.
You got a little something.
I'll be right back.
You said Lendle was a super hot guitar player.
No, Lendle's a loser.
[buzzing]
[slurping]
I'm gonna get you, Tori.
Hey, Shawn Quincy!
I'm Trina Vega and this is your lucky day.
- Oh, no. - I told her not to come!
I'm a singer and a dancer,
and if you give me half a chance,
I swear I will blow your mind with my talent.
Oh, oh...
Yeah, no, maybe this isn't the best time
but just text me after the party.
♪ No, please Don't carry me away! ♪
There you go.
Get the scalp!
Oh!
Tissue.
[blowing her 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 antibio--
What are you doing?!
Tori, you're putting me...
Tori!
What street are we on?
Yeah, what street?
Let's just say it ain't Sesame Street.
I love Sesame Street. ♪ Sunny... ♪
No!
Hey.
Hey, what's in that sack?
- I don't know. - I don't know.
Well, I swear it just moved.
[grunting] Ow!
Oh!
- Trina? - What are you doing, Trina?
Thanks for kicking me in the mouth!
Why are you in that sack?
So I can perform in the parade.
Great now we...
No one likes you!
Yeah, you're a nuisance!
[screaming]
[hissing]
Oh, my God!
[gasping] Dang!
What was that?
I think we got a flat tire.
- This is fantastic. - Wow, good.