"this is the story of 10 strangers, one night, and all the stupid, embarrassing, ridiculous things we do to find love." "♪ yeah" "♪ yeah oh, i knew it!" "so, ladies, can i get you another round or what?" "yes, please." "fill me up, spanish." "well, it's actually dominic." "fab." "jessica." "all right." "is this about to get weird?" "by weird, do you mean a little friendly competition?" "okay, same rules as high school." "okay." "anything goes as long as we stay friends." "all right, let's do this." "whoo!" "ooh." "♪ yeah excuse me. hey, i know you see us." " excuse me. oh, hey." "can we get some drinks?" "for the love of god, we need some alcohol!" "cal, this is your fault." "but you told me to stand her up." "and i really liked her." "she was gonna break your heart, okay?" "and now we can't get alcohol to save our life, and that's way worse!" "we need to leave this section immediately." "are you insane?" "we'll be refugees." "okay, then what do you propose we do, cal?" "and hope drink fairies bring us booze all night?" "accios cocktilios!" "tommy, no "harry potter" tonight." "no "harry potter" any night." "mm-hmm." "guys, guys, problem solved -- there's a small standing area near the bathroom where we can rest our drink." "the ledge?" "oh, dude, are you talking about the ledge?" "only losers and pedophiles hang out at the ledge." "in a place that smells like urinal pucks and ball sweat." "the only reason girls go over there is to get away from guys or to secretly fart." "mm-hmm." "oh." "oh!" "hey!" "they're getting their bills." "there's a booth!" "ohh!" "oh, my god!" "go, go!" "hello, mate." "hey. what can i get you?" "actually, i was just wondering what you knew about that cute brunette." "the one with the ponytail." "she's short." "indeed she is, yeah." "i suppose the truth is i kind of like her, so if there's anything you could tell me that might... her friend's short, too." "thank you." "that actually is quite interesting." "okay, thanks, mate." "cheers. bye." "yeah." "oh, god, i hope he's not too hot." "what does that mean?" "you know how hot guys are usually just happy and dumb?" "then there's this other level of hotness where the whole world treats you different." "actually, the whole world did treat him differently." "he was the hottest baby the nurses had ever seen." "is that the world just gives you whatever you want -- love, attention, and endless hatred from nerds." "when he left home for new york, dom had never known a day's struggle." "he stumbled into a bar and instantly got offered a job." "dominic had never met a nicer bunch of people than new yorkers." "and made more money than most people make in a month." "the rest of the week he spent staring off into space and having sex with random people." "but despite his easy life, dominic always felt like there was something missing." "usually, it was just his shirt." "but sometimes, it was something deeper." "that something turned out to be music." "music challenged dominic in a way that nothing else ever had." "so, the numbers came in for your first week of sales today." "so?" "well, how are we doing?" "50." "50-- 50,000 units?" "!" "no, 50. 5-0." "w-w-what do you think it was?" "i think we should have gone with the other album cover." "i wanted it to be about the music." "no, it's not." "for the first time in his life, he didn't get what he wanted." "and fell back on what his looks could get him, which was still pretty bitching." "♪ yeah how's your night going?" "oh, good." "those two girls are trying to have sex with me." "cool." "so, if i did move to london, how long do you think it would take to get an accent?" "i don't know." "a week if you're madonna." "oh, here comes that guy you kissed." "god, he's so much hotter than your fiancã©." "hello." "hi." "hey." "what can i get you?" "uh, i'll have the gin rickey, and the ladies will have the champagne, the billecart rosã©." "you don't remember me, do you?" "no." "yes, of course i do!" "yes!" "lovely to see you again." "um, actually, let's make that the billecart vintage." "thanks so much." "do you know her from england?" "um... you totally slept with her, didn't you?" "what?" "!" "no!" "no. come on." "i-i wouldn't -- i'm not the sort of... it is possible, yeah." "what?" "okay, paying their bill." "hey, tommy." "tighten up, will you?" "we need to be one cohesive unit or we'll never land this booth." "uh-oh. we got company." "those guys?" "come on." "we can take those guys." "tommy, come on." "scoot it in." "geez, relax. it's just a booth." "what?" "!" "wow!" "w-- this is not just a booth, my friend." "this is a sexual vessel that's gonna take us to bone island." "the advantages of a good booth cannot be overstated." "dual traffic, access -- you could -- this booth has everything." "this booth is gonna be in the eye of a sexual hurricane, and i want to get soaked." "me, too." "could i, uh, invite maya to our booth?" "yeah, if you want to have sex with her, sure." "oh, so there's movement, movement, movement." "go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!" "no way!" "nice try, fedora." "we got numbers, bro." "nicely done." "mm-hmm." "be good to her." "oh, we will." "okay." "dude!" "yes!" "the booth is ours!" "ooh, guys!" "this is our night." "this is our moment to shine." "you know who makes the best bajito?" "i'm guessing someone famous?" "nicole scherzinger." "boom!" "i love nicole scherzinger." "i love the pussycat dolls." "i mean, she's just, like, the sweetest." "this is crazy." "what?" "i got all her books." "yeah?" "oh." "well, we might be talking about different nicole scherzingers." "you're an interesting girl." "yeah." "this is actually kind of fun." "it is." "but now i'm gonna have to crush you." "what?" "excuse me." "hey, can i get an angry dutch orgy?" "what?" "whoa, whoa, whoa." "that can't be a drink." "yeah, you start with barley wine and then you add... you know what?" "why don't i just come back there and show you?" "okay, come on in." "well played, old lady." "let's go." "okay, i get it about the booth." "it feels like a baby deer." "this thing is bigger than my apartment." "yes, it is, cal." "and we're gonna use all that room when our new friends arrive." "dennis and jeff, from the museum?" "no, dude. girls." "we're here to get laid, tom." "cool. i'm gonna go round up some honey." "no. no, you won't." "because you blew it with the waitress." "know your fire exits." "know when you're cold." "should i get drinks?" "we'll order drinks when the girls get here as an inclusive gesture that cements the group." "what, do you live underground?" "so, mate, does this happen to you a lot?" "forgetting the names of the birds you shag?" "no." "i remember all of them." "mm." "all of them?" "wait. are you gross?" "no!" "look, please, surely you guys don't remember the names of all the men you've slept with." "mnh-mnh." "jim and glenn." "wait -- and?" "it was very special." "are you amish?" "no." "have you been in a coma for a long part of your life?" "no." "is glenn an acronym for a large organization of very attractive, virile men?" "oh, my god, you're totally gross." "no, i'm not gross!" "it's kacey." "hmm." "yes!" "of course it is!" "hello, kacey." "lovely to see you." "island!" "it's kacey from long island." "i'm from ohio." "oh!" "ohio." "are you sure ohio's not in long island?" "no." "no. mnh-mnh." "that two people can hold a booth this big." "i'm gonna go ask maya to join us." "no, dude!" "no!" "no!" "tommy!" "then muddle the mint." "okay." "mm-hmm. and add this." "oh, that's dish-washing soap." "you don't want that." "oh!" "jessica is so absent-minded." "maybe she's pregnant again." "she gets pregnant all the time." "i meant this greenish fluid." "so, mint over mint, huh?" "yeah. so, do you like being a bartender?" "well, it's not what i dreamt of doing, but, uh, it's still very cool." "what did you dream of doing?" "i was a musician." "oh!" "really?" "!" "that is so awesome!" "yeah, that is awesome." "jessica has two bastard children with a musician." "so, do you still play music?" "no. i cut a cd, and nobody bought it." "so i stopped." "i mean, sometimes it's just too painful." "you have to let it go." "yeah." "hey!" "hey, you gonna drink your delicious fake drink?" "yes." "drink up, lady." "bottoms up." "it's a little grosser than i remember, but... hey, uh, you ever been to a dutch orgy?" "i have." "i've been to a dutch orgy." "yeah, it's not so bad." "here, let me try it." "oh!" "i swear i did not mean to do that." "god, i hate these straps." "oh, hey. do you need to sit down right here?" "oh, my god, thank you." "you're welcome." "i love your booth." "oh." "can i invite my friends to sit here?" "they're all models, but they're kind of drunk." "yes. yes, you can." "yeah?" "okay." "ah, what are you gonna do?" "accidents happen, right?" "i mean, you said you were sorry." "hmm." "so, dom, what does a girl have to do to listen to one of your cds?" "go to amazon." "okay." "or do you have any copies here?" "oh. what -- you want to go have sex now?" "what?" "you are so forward." "yeah, let's go." "hey, paddy." "cover for me." "seriously, how many women have you slept with?" "look, culturally, european men are generous with their love bits." "dude, what is your number?" "who can say?" "what are numbers?" "oh, my god!" "is it too many to count?" "no!" "it's -- well, it's more than 2 but less than 100." "okay, sweetie, when a guy says 100, he means like 200." "what?" "!" "well, i've never even met 200 women!" "that came from her mouth, and she's completely... okay, yeah, it could be closer to 200." "so 400." "you're definitely gross." "no, i'm not!" "and that is over many, many years." "how old are you?" "65." "i'm 65 years old." "okay. ew." " hey. hey, maya." "it's tom, from -- from before." "ah, yeah, no, i haven't forgotten." "uh, well, so, we got a booth, which i guess is an incredibly big deal, and i -- i wanted to invite you and your friend to come sit with us." "uh, yeah, i'm good to go." "liv, are you good?" "yeah. i'm good." "have a good night." "i should have just said three." "so, the booth apparently has really good sight lines." "i'm not totally sure what that means, but -- oh, bruce, bruce!" "this is maya and liv." "these are two random girls i just picked up." "so, i was just telling maya about our booth." "yeah." "oh!" "it is the best booth in the bar." "we can spread out." "and when you -- what's this?" "!" "i didn't know they were gonna be male models!" "excuse me." "what is your problem?" "i'm really sorry." "i guess we don't have a booth after all." "it's fine." "it's just a booth." "i know. that's what i said, but they got so mad at me." "it's fine." "it's good. liv." "don't you push me." "cal, don't." "get off my -- get off my neck, cal." "freak!" "you're a freak of nature!" "get off my body!" "guys, i'm gonna get drinks." "what do you want?" "vodka tonic!" "i'll be right back." "hey, kacey?" "oh, so now you know my name." "yeah, look, i wanted to apologize for forgetting our time together." "doing so has just made me look like a massive sleaze in front of the first girl i've liked for some time." "so hopefully, there's some justice there." "but again, my apologies." "well, thank you, dirk." "so sorry." "did you say just "dirk"?" "oh, my god." "i totally didn't have sex with you at the espn zone, did i?" "i'm sorry." "w-what zone is that?" "oh!" "i am so sorry for all that weird -- i'm having a really interesting night, and you look so much like this guy dirk who took me out and then had sex with me at a theme restaurant" "and then never called me again." "well, i'm -- i'm not dirk, but i have been dirk plenty of times, um, in far nicer restaurants, obviously." "but on behalf of dirks everywhere, i'm truly sorry." "that's really sweet." "thank you, dirk." "right. again, dirk is someone different." "well, put on your cd." "get yourself naked." "okay." "i haven't seen this in awhile." "i poured my heart in this cd, and it turned out really good." "but, um, it somehow failed." "it broke my heart." "you know?" "yeah." "fab can totally relate to this." "her whole life has been a struggle." "even her birth was difficult." "her mom spent 32 hours in labor, and she never forgave fab." "fab had a hard childhood." "her parents fought terribly and dressed even worse." "sweet cat shirt, lady." "nothing kept fab down." "when things got tough at home, she would put on her awesome flower hat and go to jessica's house." "their plan was to someday go to paris and start their own fashion line." "when jess got pregnant, fab went to paris alone." "and shockingly, it was even worse than new jersey." "no money, late nights, constant rejections, and, worst of all, french dudes." "she finally got her big break on a major photo shoot in borneo." "oh, i hate borneo." "there's, like, no restaurants." "how's the waist feel?" "terrible. excuse me?" "can you make it, like, any hotter in here?" "we're, um, outside in the jungle?" "and you're, um, fired." "i'm nicole scherzinger, and you're fired." "not helping." "exiting." "and how's the waist now, nicole?" "oh, it's worse." "are you even trying?" "yeah, i'm -- i'm trying really hard, actually." "you know what?" "you're fired, too." "yeah, i'm going back to my tree house." "no, you can't fire me." "i-i just spent the past four months i flew to borneo on my own dime just to dress you for free." "i haven't slept in three days." "it turns out, beautiful, rich pop divas aren't always nice." "trust me." "i know all about failure." "i got to say, there's a lot more to you than i thought." "yeah. you, too." "you know what?" "i'm gonna play my cd for you." "you're gonna love it." "about time." "two people struggling to fulfill their dreams." "in many ways, they were perfect for each other." "â™ª my one and only love â™ª â™ª funny how you're here with me â™ª wait. wait." "what is that?" "!" "â™ª wherever you wander â™ª seriously, what is that?" "in other ways, not so much." "â™ª i feel you here â™ª it's retro." "that's a lot of sax." "i'm gonna turn it off." "well, m-m-most people like it." "how long did you work on that?" "a long time." "like two weeks." "two whole weeks?" "and then you just quit music?" "it hurt too much." "it hurt too much?" "no, dude." "no, you do not know hurt." "i've spent my entire life busting my ass to do what i do and i still fail 99% of the time." "man up." "stop being so lazy." "wow." "nobody's ever spoken to me like that." "that's because everyone's been trying to have sex with you since you were 14." "yep." "back in the ladies room." "i feel like i've spent the entire night in here." "if you could just stare at me quietly, that would be great." "yeah." "there you are." "oh, my god." "all right, all right, all right, you won." "no. no." "actually, you won." "you didn't have to listen to his stupid cd." "it was that bad?" "yeah." "i am so sorry about your dress." "i'm sorry that i suggested this stupid competition." "i guess i just thought that competing with you would somehow make me feel like i still got it, you know?" "'cause...i'm just jealous of your awesome life." "my life isn't always completely awesome." "really." "don't be jealous of me." "okay." "don't be jealous of me, either." "kids are so hard." "no, i know." "i'm not jealous of you." "you're ridiculous." "whether we like it or not, we all compete with each other." "sometimes we win and sometimes we lose." "oh, my god." "sometimes we push each other to do better." "but usually the biggest victory is when we don't compete at all." "i can't believe we're on the ledge." "this is disgusting, okay?" "look at these filthy animals." "the guy next to me is eating guacamole out of a plastic bag." "okay, come on, guys." "let's try to keep it positive, all right?" "there's a waitress." "hey, excuse me?" "oh, it's kacey." "hey, kacey." "hey. hi." "hey, listen, can we get -- um, get... man, she really holds a grudge." "i love that." "you guys, the guacamole is amazing." "you got to try it." "i can't believe those male models just gave us their booth." "male models are so nice." "i know. and it's all calm and peaceful." "yeah." "it's like a spa." "mm-hmm." "hey!" "aah!" "what's up, ladies?" "nice booth!" "tom from, like, nine seconds ago." "who?" "oh, no." "i'm just kidding." "i was just kidding." "oh, my god, you scared me so much." "please don't ever do that again." "okay, ready for your first music-video shoot?" "i thought the video was supposed to be me singing out in the woods." "it is. that's what the green screen's for." "lose the shirt." "why would i -- why would my shirt be off?" "where's the baby oil?" "fly in the baby-oil team!" "it's a love song." "it's not a sexy song." "oh, yeah, yeah." "thanks for reminding me." "you know the lyric "i love you just in case?"" "mm-hmm." "i'd like you to change it to "put your booty on my face."" "but that changes the song." "yeah." "it makes it suck less." "lose the pants, keep the boots." "and instead of the guitar, we want you to hold this machine gun." "i can't do this." "sor-- i can't do this." "what?" "i'm an artist!"