:08:00
Mom!
:08:02
No, your mom's over there
talkin' to my man Nas.
:08:04
We been tryin'
to sign him for months.
:08:06
- Could you please keep it down?
- Mom, I wanna go home now!
:08:19
- Night, Molls.
- Bye.
:08:20
- Good night, Molly!
- Bye!
:08:22
- I finished my new record and...
- That's great, Duncan.
:08:27
- Nice to see you. Where is he?
"- ,,,"give me your two cents.
:08:32
Huey said this guy
is practically a monk.
:08:34
What the hell
are you trying to prove?
:08:37
The only reason you're looking
at this guy is because you can't have him.
:08:40
He's a rock 'n' roll
poet sex god.
:08:43
You'll toss him in a week.
:08:45
No, Ing, this one's different.
:08:48
I can feel it.
:08:50
That was good.
:08:52
Kid, I haven't heard
blue-eyed soul like that
:08:54
since Jeff Buckley's record.
:08:56
See what I'm sayin'?
:08:58
What did I tell you, Roma?
He's smokin', right?
:09:00
- You did good, Huey.
- I need eight hours, Mom.
:09:02
If I don't get eight hours,
my immune system crashes.
:09:05
Record something more up-tempo
I can get on the radio.
:09:07
- Let's go.
- Work it out with Huey.
:09:09
Go...
:09:11
That's what I'm talkin' about.
She gets it.
:09:13
I get it.
You don't get it.
:09:15
- Wait...
- Neal, you need to get it.
:09:17
I think we got ourselves
a Grammy!
:09:22
I hate that...
:09:24
Kids! Always hogging
your attention.
:09:27
- Hi.
- Hi. Birthday girl.
:09:29
- Yeah, happy birthday.
- Thank you.
:09:32
Is this demo thing for real?
:09:34
She's about to sign you!
I can feel it in my bones.
:09:37
Rocket to the moon, baby.
Rocket to the moon.
:09:43
Oh, my.
:09:48
Are you really
Tommy Gunn's daughter?
:09:51
Seriously?
:09:54
Can you hold my purse, please?
:09:57
- Yeah.
- Thanks.