Pitch Perfect 2

Welcome back,

a cappella enthusiasts.

My name is John Smith,

and sitting here to my left

is Gail

Abernathy-McCadden-Feinberger.

This one's gonna stick, John.

Well, you saved the Jew for last.

I did. I did.

You're listening to

Let's Talk-Appella,

the world's premiere

downloadable a cappella podcast.

We are coming to you live

from the nation's capital,

where the

Barden University Bellas

are about to rock

the historic Kennedy Center.

Boy, these girls

have broken down

every single barrier in their

path, haven't they, Gail?

Absolutely, John.

The first all-female group

to win a national title,

three-time defending champs,

and now, here they are,

performing for the President of the

United States on his birthday.

Wow! What an inspiration

to girls all over the country who

are too ugly to be cheerleaders.

Here's Beca Mitchell,

leader of the group.

Look at these

sequins and sparkles.

My! Their feet

just don't stop moving.

Florencia Fuentes just

earned her green card, John.

She may have to do that backflip

right back over

the fence into Mexico.

I think she's Guatemalan.

None of that matters.

There is so much

happening on stage,

I don't even know where to look.

Back in my day, we put on our

blazers and we just sang.

We maybe snapped our fingers

if we were feeling frisky.

Whoa! Another surprise!

An overweight girl

dangling from the ceiling.

Who hasn't had that dream?

Lots of us.

No!

Okay, she has no underwear on.

My God.

We have a commando situation.

There is a commando

situation on stage!

Who is on top of this?

- What kind of person...

- Holy cow!

- Take her back up. She's turning.

- Pull her up already!

She's turning. Brace yourselves.

No.

She's coming. She's coming!

Avert your eyes, or take it all in!

Make your choice!

Not the front! Nobody

wants to see the front!

No!

Happy birthday, Mr. President.

The Australian singer

who calls herself "Fat Amy"

gave the President a birthday

gift from down under

during last night's celebration

held at the historic

Kennedy Center.

In case you're wondering what

I mean by "down under," Chip,

I'm talking about her.

She showed her to the President.

All eyes were on the a cappella

singers, the Barden Bellas.

Three-time defending

a cappella national champions,

which is a real thing,

apparently.

Although authorities have ruled

out terrorism as a motive,

the Bellas claim the mishap

was merely an accident

and issued an apology.

I am deeply sorry for the

upset that I have caused.

I feel that I have already

received punishment enough

in the form of silk burn.

Exhibit C.

No, no, no!

It's filth.

Women who sing

are just another example

of cultural decay,

due to loose morals.

Not wearing underwear

seems kind of intentional to me.

Yeah, you either choose to wear

underwear, or you don't wear underwear.

It's a choice I make every day.

You know, until today,

I thought singing a cappella

was the most embarrassing

thing you could do.

Normally,

that group is on point,

and last night,

they were off-point,

off-key, and then on the floor.

It's a national disgrace.

Yeah, but I'd rather be in that

limo ride home

with the President.

Cut to the real President,

he'd be like,

"That was off

the hook!"

Chloe, chill out.

It was a mistake.

They're not gonna

burn us for witchcraft.

No, but the National

A Cappella Association

is in there talking

to the dean about us,

and who knows

what's gonna happen?

We won three championships.

Whatever happens in there,

we're gonna be fine.

Maybe it's time to

think about other stuff.

What other stuff?

You know, school, jobs, life.

This group is my life.

I've intentionally failed

Russian Lit three times

so I could be a Bella.

This is the worst thing that's

ever happened to us. Even.

You know,

before coming to Barden,

I had diarrhea for seven years.

But yes, this is terrible.

The dean is ready

for you tramps.

On, jeez.

Ladies,

you have dragged the good name

of Barden University

into the gutter.

And you've really

upset these people

whose names

I've already forgotten.

Your little southern exposure in

front of our Commander-in-Chief

has irreparably damaged the

entire institution of a cappella.

Just blew it up.

Funding is drying up,

sponsors are pulling out.

Unfortunately,

an example must be made.

It is the decision

of this governing body

that the Bellas

are hereby suspended

- from competing at the collegiate level.

- What?

The terms of your suspension

are laid out in this document.

I'm sorry, but it's over. Hi.

Okay, can we be reasonable?

Fat Amy apologized.

This was an accident.

Was it?

You're taking us off

of our victory tour?

Who's gonna sing the national

anthem at the Puppy Bowl?

You're being replaced

by the European champions.

A German group

of total professionals.

In other words, they're gonna

keep their pants on.

So we can't defend our title

and we can't tour?

And you can't

hold any auditions.

We don't need your ranks

to grow like a fungus.

So that's it, then?

So, basically,

the Bellas are over?

Look, ladies,

I'm sorry that this disciplinary

action has shocked you.

Especially since

you're all seniors.

But the truth is,

you're just women.

No.

And you'll all be pregnant soon.

Mom, I'm late.

It's orientation.

You gotta let me go.

I can't.

I just can't do it.

Mom, you can do it.

My only daughter,

leaving the nest.

If you leave me now.

You'll take away

the biggest part of me.

Mom. You want me to stop?

Or I could keep singing!

No, I don't know

how I'm gonna get by

without your

spontaneous singing.

Honey, you're gonna

love this place.

Just promise you'll call.

And, honey, don't be

afraid to express yourself.

And not with those weird buttons

they wear in their earlobes.

Unless you're gonna get a job...

Mom, slow down.

I'm not gonna do anything crazy.

I'm just gonna write my songs

and join an a cappella group.

Not just any a cappella group.

The Bellas are an institution.

My days as a Bella

were the best...

Best days of your life.

I know.

And I can't wait to be one.

Unless they don't take me, Mom.

No, honey,

they're gonna take you.

Thanks to me,

you were born into it.

And then I'm gonna

be your mother...

And your sister.

Gross. Okay.

All right,

the next phase of my life

begins.

Hold on.

There is nothing in here that

strips us of our national title.

And if we're still

reigning champs,

then we are automatically

invited to represent America

at the World Championships

this spring.

Yes, the World

Championships of A Cappella,

where, every four years,

groups from around the globe

compete for world domination.

I'm sorry. I just feel like I

always have to be on, you know.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, look, ladies,

we can't stop you from going

to the Worlds competition.

It's not gonna

help your case here.

Not at all.

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