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-So it says here that Lindsay Lohan is
reinventing herself again.
Hey, did you get that letter from the doctor?
-I did.
-What did it say?
-My gay dad's dead.
-I knew it.
Those blood tests don't lie.
[KNOCKING]
Who's there?
-Well, I own my property outright now,
so it could be anybody.
Pearl?
-I don't pay rent anymore, Pearl.
I own this place.
-No, I pay the bank.
-Hey, don't talk to me like that.
I'm a grown man.
And you're a grown woman.
(SINGING) What am I doing?
Somethng's very, very wrong, spoofing
other people's content.
It's completely-etely wrong.
My Damn Channel's not for mindless parody.
It's artistic liberation and originality.
-What am I doing?
Something's now quite right.
I'm a nobody whose dress is clearly three sizes too tight.
My Damn Channel's not for just your average Jane.
It's for big-time swanky artists
who can really entertain.
-Entertain.
-Say there Mr. Internet.
-Hello there Mrs. Web.
If you really want--
-Stop.
Stop.
What's-- what is this?
Boom package?
Arie kit?
You've got, like, three grips here.
Is that a craft services table?
What is-- what is this?
There are three people back in that urine-soaked hell-hole
that are slaving to get My Damn Channel put up as a haven
for professional content, and you're
sitting here doing this?
This is not professional.
This is--
this is dinner theater.
Look at her.
[CRYING]
Look at her.
-Um.
-Now let's wrap this *** up and get out of whoever's
apartment this is now.
Now!
Can I get a ride?