Satisfaction (Girls of Summer) (Satisfaction)

Members of the faculty, parents, fellow students...

...I'm honored and I'm proud to be standing here today.

But more than that, I'm really grateful...

...to all the teachers, friends, and family members...

...who have supported and helped me over the years.

To them I pledge that I'll do my best...

...to justify the faith that they've placed in me.

It's Bunny. Come on. I wanna say...

...that in the four years we've been here, we've seen great changes in our society.

Changes in its cultural values...

...economic priorities and geopolitical posturing.

- All right. I wanna say...

...that we've seen great changes in our attitude towards race, sex...

...the environment, our justice system...

Did you pop that vending machine over on Fremont?

- So what? - So that's my street.

And what you take from my street belongs to me. Hand it over.

Ah! Shit! Bunny.

Get her, man!

- Out of here. - Yeah.

What the hell is wrong? - I'm trying! I'm trying!

Get off my van, you scumbag.

- Holy shit. Crazy mother.

I wanna say, in the four years we've been here...

...we've seen great changes in our society.

I wanna say these things, members of the faculty, parents, former students.

- Frankie. But, I can't. I can't...

You still going to that job at the beach?

...because the world isn't much different.

- Frankie, I want to go. As we leave today...

...to become part of that world, we carry with us the hopes...

...and dreams of tomorrow. - Oh, Frankie.

And perhaps we, in our turn, can make a difference...

...because it seems to me, we have the opportunity.

See, we can either get out there, and we can make the kind of noise...

...that's gonna wake this world from its stagnant slumber.

Or we can bloat ourselves, like those who have gone before us...

...on the synthetic pap sucked from the techno-tit...

...of those who will lead us to their tyrannical bullshit...

...our apathetic asses sometimes deserve.

Yeah.

What the hell?

- Billy's throwing offbeats. - I like offbeats.

- Don't listen to what she's playing. - How?

- She's jacked to the ceiling. - I got a right to hear myself.

How long are we gonna stay in this steam bucket anyway?

- My hair is beginning to frizz. - Hey, guys, this is our last rehearsal.

Let's not blow it, okay?

Where the hell is Angie?

- Oh, jeez, I forgot to tell you. She quit. - What do you mean, she quit?

I don't know. She said something about rock 'n' roll being the devil's music...

...and people who play it work for the devil and shit like that.

- Perceptive girl. - That's it, man. The audition's off.

Oh, come on, Jennie. We gonna spend another boiling summer...

...playing dives in this dirtbag neighborhood?

No, we finally got a chance to do something with a little class.

- I say we do it. - Daryle, we've got nobody on keyboards.

Our van's in the goddamn river.

- But we can get over Angie. - Yeah.

- I'll take care of the transportation. - Yeah.

- How? - Don't worry about it. I got it covered.

- Well, let's vote on it. - Aye.

You guys. All right, let's do it again.

Are you coming?

Would you come on?

What? - The what-do-you-call-it.

- Give me the what-do-you-call-it. - Oh, yeah.

Shh!

Would you stop? Shh.

- I'll crack your head open. - Sorry.

What am I looking for again? I forgot.

- Hey. What are you trying to do? Oh, Bunny. This is so romantic.

Bunny.

I swear, I'm such a fool for love.

Oh, Bunny.

We could be here all day.

Oh, Bunny. Oh, Bunny. Oh, Bunny.

Bunny! Oh, goddamn it, Bunny. Not again.

- So I was wrong. Just give me my shoe.

Come on, babe. Don't be like that.

There is a God, Billy.

- You can't say no, Hubba. - I didn't say no.

I said, "You'll go on this trip over my dead body. "

- Give me one good reason. - I'll give you four good ones.

Your lead guitar's a junkie, your drummer's a gangster...

...and your bassist, on good days, is a slut. No.

- And who's in jail? Angie? Angie's in jail. - Angie.

So look, you never liked my friends, okay. This is not new.

- Angie's not in jail anymore anyway. - Would you lock the door, please?

- I vote we let her go. - Shut up.

- You vote we let her? - Yeah.

- Who gave you the right to vote? - You let me vote...

...on Chinese food last week. - You are not helping the situation.

Just stop aggravating your brother, okay?

It seems to me that you are the one that's aggravating him...

...with your adolescent rock 'n' roll fantasies.

- Look at me, I'm Madonna. - All right...

...you can go in the other room and eat. - That's fine with me.

The news is on, anyway.

This is probably not even gonna happen. We don't have anyone on keyboard.

Good. I want you to stay on the books. End of conversation.

I don't believe this. You make it sound like I'm not even committed to school.

- God, this is bullshit. - Watch your mouth.

You know, what stinks is that you're the one with the real brains here.

You're the one that should've gone to school.

I only had to eat.

If Dad were alive...

This is not fair.

I'm gonna follow through with school, Hubba.

Don't blow off school thinking you'll become some rock 'n' roll star.

That's not gonna happen.

I just want this summer. Just one summer, please.

Will you stay out of trouble?

Hubba. God, you really make things hard sometimes.

- You're welcome. Thank you.

Hey.

Why don't you come out for here a minute?

L... I don't know, Jennie.

You know, I've been playing classical music since before I could talk, okay?

I've never messed with that shit you guys play.

Yeah, but you could if you wanted to.

Well, yeah, of course. If I wanted to. But why would I want to?

Because we need you, Nickie.

Hey, Jennie?

How come, in all the time we've been across the street from each other...

...this is the first time you've talked to me?

Because I ain't as smart as I think I am.

Look, Nickie, I'm talking about a good time, here.

An entire summer at the beach and getting paid, to boot.

I hate sand.

Anytime I wanna do anything myself, Frank gets bent out of shape.

He thinks if we get by this audition, it's gonna be a ten-week beach orgy.

- Who are you? - Guys, this is Nickie.

Nickie, this is the band.

- Hi, Nickie. - Hi, Nickie.

Hi.

This is it, guys. Showtime. Point me. I'm ready.

You're too stoned to go anywhere, Billy.

- How can you play? How could I not?

Hey, open up, man. We're here.

This can't be the place. This place is closed.

- We blew it, Jennie. - No, we didn't.

- Look, stars. Hello? Is anybody here?

Tell me you're not gonna smoke another one of those.

Why should I tell you that?

Because I still have a headache from the last one you smoked.

If you took a hit off one of these, you wouldn't have a headache.

You know what that stuff does to you?

Yeah. It makes me laugh.

All right. I found the guy who owns the place. Let's go.

In the van, out of the van. In the van, out of the van.

Come on, come on. This is the place, okay?

- He's got to let us audition. - No, he doesn't.

He will, though. Come on.

We better not have come out here for nothing. I'm not going back home.

- We'll get it. - How do you know we're gonna get it?

- Nobody needs it more than us. - Yeah, plus, if you...

Good job.

Good job, Billy.

Uh, hello? Is anybody home?

We're here.

I don't think we should be in here.

Yeah. You know, what if someone's here?

- I saw a place just like this in a magazine. Come on, dog.

This is nice.

Forget the audition. Let's load the van.

I could get used to this.

Jesus Christ. Look at these gold records. Who is this guy?

God, you know which Falcon this is? This is Martin Falcon.

He wrote a lot of, like, really popular stuff, like, 20 years ago.

- Well, he's not here right now. - Well, let me check it out.

- Let's make breakfast. - Yeah, let's do something.

You know, we got in here and everything.

I feel like we should have a... What do you call it? Of the occasion?

- Memento. - Yeah. Right. A memento.

- So what should we take? - This.

This.

- Oh, come on, Billy, that's stealing. - Yeah, don't you love it?

Oh, Billy.

I would like to thank the Academy for recognizing genius when they see it.

Unfortunately, I have no one else to thank for this but myself.

Thank you so much.

Damn fish.

Plain just out of fish there.

Uh, where...

Where am I? What...? What's going on here?

I think you're in your living room.

Oh, shit. I'm being robbed again, aren't I?

Hamlet. Hamlet.

Hey. Go. Kill. Go on, kill.

Kill. Go on, kill.

What have you done to my dog? You broke my dog.

You have a really lovely home, sir.

- Thank you. - Yeah. This is a really nice piano.

- Do you live here alone? - Yup.

- Wh...? What's the number to the police? 911.

Thank you.

Wait a minute, jack. Before you talk to the cops, could you just write:

- Hello. - "Dear Billy, I'll never forget last night"?

Hello? Hello? - Was that you?