[ METAL CLANGING ] Britt: I WANT THE GIRAFFE.
[ MACHINE WHIRRING ] Ryan: WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU GET.
Britt: THAT'S RIGHT.
[ DOOR BEEPS ] Ryan: [ GRUNTING ] [ GRUNTS ] COME ON.
[ CRANE WHIRRING ] [ GRUNTING CONTINUES ] [ GROANS ] COME ON!
Britt: TOLD YA.
Ryan: WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU GET.
Britt: THAT'S RIGHT.
Pearl: [ GRUNTING ] [ GRUNTS ] Woman: PEARL.
PEARL?
PEARL!
PEARL.
EXCUSE ME.
HAVE YOU SEEN MY DAUGHTER?
Tiffany: UM, WHAT DOES SHE LOOK LIKE?
Woman: SHE'S, UH, SHE'S ABOUT THIS HIGH, 7, LIGHT BROWN HAIR.
Tiffany: I HAVEN'T SEEN HER.
Woman: OKAY, WELL -- WELL, SHE WAS JUST HERE.
-Tiffany: ARE YOU SURE?
-Woman: YES, I'M SURE.
SHE CAME IN WITH ME, AND NOW SHE'S GONE.
Tiffany: OKAY, UM -- Woman: WHAT, YOU JUST GOING TO STAND THERE?
Tiffany: I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO LEAVE THE REGISTER.
Woman: PEARL!
[ DOOR BEEPS ] [ DOOR BEEPS ] Lynn: GIVE ME...THREE LUCKY GOLDS, TWO CRAZY FIVES, AND...
....UH...
ONE RABBIT FOOT MILLION.
Spaz: AAAAAAAAAAAH!
Lynn: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, SPAZ?
Spaz: THERE'S A GIRL IN THERE!
Lynn: OH, SWEET JESUS!
Woman: PEARL!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?!
PEARL?
PEARL, YOU COME OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW!
DON'T YOU HAVE A KEY FOR THIS THING?
Tiffany: NO, THE OWNER DOESN'T LET US HAVE KEYS FOR THE GAMES.
THAT WOULD BE COOL, THOUGH.
Woman: [ GRUNTS ] CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT OR THE KEY-SMITH GUY.
THAT'S MY BABY IN THERE!
Tiffany: I'VE NEVER CALLED THE FIRE DEPARTMENT BEFORE.
Woman: PEARL LAURA BROWN, I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS TODAY!
Tiffany: I THINK I NEED TO GET THE OWNER FOR THAT.
Woman: WELL, THEN GET THE OWNER!
JESUS CHRIST.
PEARL.
MOMMY'S GOING TO MAKE MACARONI TONIGHT.
OKAY?
SO JUST COME ON OUT OF THERE, SW-SWEETIE.
PEARL?
BABY, I KNOW WE HAD A REALLY HARD DAY TODAY, BUT IT'S GOING TO GET BETTER I PROMISE.
Pearl: ♪ SO PUT MY HANDS UP, PLAYING MY SONG ♪ -♪ BUTTERFLY FLY AWAY ♪ -Woman: PEARL.
BABY.
Pearl: ♪ NODDING MY HEAD LIKE YEAH, MOVING MY HIPS LIKE YEAH ♪ Woman: YOU ARE SCARING MOMMY.
YOU'RE SCARING MOMMY IN THERE.
Pearl: ♪ GOT MY HANDS UP, PLAYING MY SONG ♪ ♪ KNOW I'M GONNA BE OKAY ♪ ♪ YEAH, IT'S A PARTY IN THE U.S.A. ♪ ♪ YEAH, IT'S A PARTY IN THE U.S.A. ♪ Woman: DO YOU THINK THAT THIS IS A JOKE?
Pearl: ♪ IT'S A PARTY IN THE U.S.A. ♪ Woman: LOOK.
LOOK AT ME.
DO I LOOK LIKE I'M LAUGHING?
Pearl: ♪ IT'S A PARTY IN THE U.S.A. ♪ Woman: DO I LOOK LIKE I'M LAUGHING?!
DO YOU WANT ME TO CALL RUSSELL?
IS THAT WHAT I HAVE TO DO?
Pearl: NO!
NO!
NO!
Woman: IS THAT WHAT I HAVE TO DO?
WELL, THEN YOU BETTER GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW.
Pearl: NO!
NO!
NOOOO!
Woman: ALL RIGHT, I'M GOING TO DO IT.
I'M GOING TO CALL RUSSELL.
Pearl: NO, YOU'RE NOT.
NO, YOU'RE NOT!
Woman: ONE...TWO... Pearl: NOOOOOOO!
NO!
Tiffany: THE OWNER'S INDISPOSED.
BUT I TALKED TO HIS GIRLFRIEND, AND SHE SAYS THAT SHE THINKS THAT I CAN CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT.
Woman: OKAY, GREAT.
CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT!
Tiffany: OKAY, I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW.
Woman: YOU'RE BLEEDING ME DRY.
Frank: OH, COME ON, YOU MOTHER.
[ GRUNTING ] I CAN FEEL IT.
[ PANTING, GRUNTS ] COME ON, YOU MOTHER!
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATION ] DON'T WORRY, SWEETHEART.
DON'T WORRY.
WE'RE GETTING THERE.
WE'RE GETTING CLOSE.
COME ON!
[ GLASS SHATTERS, CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ] Frank: AH.
COME ON.
Pearl: [ WHIMPERING ] NO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
Lynn: GRAB HER FEET, HER FEET.
-GRAB HER FEET.
-Pearl: [ WHIMPERS ] Spaz: GET HER!
-Frank: OW, OW.
-Pearl: NO, NO!
Frank: OKAY, HERE IT IS.
HERE WE GO.
SAFE AND SOUND.
[ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ] Pearl: [ GASPS ] Woman: THAT'S WHAT YOU GET.
Tiffany: UM...THE OWNER WANTS ME TO GET A PICTURE... FOR OUR BULLETIN BOARD.
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