Pitch Perfect 3

It's getting late

to give you up

I took a sip

from my devil cup

And slowly

it's taking over me

Too high, can't come down

It's in the air

and it's all around

Round, round

Do you feel me now?

Break it down

(guttural vocalizing)

With the taste of your lips

I'm on a ride

You're toxic,

I'm slippin' under

With a taste of

your poison paradise

I'm addicted to you,

don't you know

That you're toxic?

(vocalizing, beatboxing)

With the taste of your lips

I'm on a ride.

- Freedom.!

- (coughing)

Go, go! Amy!

Amy, let's go! Amy!

Intoxicate me now

With your lovin' now

I think I'm ready now

Now, toxic.

GAIL :
Today's the day.

We're getting her today.

JOHN :
Is your sound equipment

working? Because.

You don't worry

about what I'm doing.

- Oh, my God. She's right there. I got her.

- Shh, shh.

- Here, get in here.

- All right. Got it.

They were world champions.

The winningest a cappella group

of all time.

The Barden Bellas,

an unlikely group of not-men

who somehow managed to win

at something

that didn't have to do

with baking.

- I can hear you guys.

- You know, girlie,

you're this close to being

cut out of this d'aca'mentary.

So close.

You're in the danger zone.

We have security,

and I carry mace.

We're gonna be clinging to you

like mom jeans to a camel toe.

GAIL (laughing):

That's right!

BECA (over speakers):

Stand up, bend it over, boy

- Ooh, ooh

- Stand up

RAPPER :
Give me the beat,

I chew it like bubblegum

- All I wanna see and do

- Pimp-Lo, and I'm back

- With another one

- Get on your feet

- Bend down, yes, Lord

- Come and do it for me

Let me squeeze on that booty

like stress balls

Mm, mm, mm, mm, whoa.

You produced the sh*t out

of his turd-burger.

(chuckling):

Thanks. I mean, it's better.

- Who's that singing?

- Oh, that's me, but we've got time

to get a real singer.

I have a couple thoughts.

- I think it's very.

- Yo. Yo, can we turn this off?

Pimp-Lo, bam, bam, bam.

(chuckling):
I mean,

you have done it again.

- "Bend Over" is so.

- So good.

EVAN :
I feel like my ears

are hearing the future.

- BECA :
Club banger.

- Yeah, I hate it.

I really hate it.

I'm the artist,

and this is my song,

and I feel like

y'all should play my mix.

- Uh! Yeah

- Give me the beat

- I chew it like bubblegum

- Dubble Bubble. Hey.

- Pimp-Lo, and I'm back with another one

- Hey.

Bend down, yes, Lord

Let me squeeze on

that booty like stress balls

- Speaking of balls.

- See?

This is the "Bend Over" the

world needs to be listening to.

- Oh, yeah!

- Uh!

Yeah, um.

(sighs) it's my job

to make you the best little

Pimp-Lo that you can be,

and-and I want to get behind

"Bend Over."

And, as your producer, I would

love it if you could trust me.

I would love it if you leave

my track how it is.

I made your song great, man.

(chuckling):

I think what she means is,

your song was always great.

No, what I mean

is what you gave me

- was a steaming pile of.

- Pimp-Lo!

Okay. There's something

that you should know.

Uh, Beca.

- is on her period.

- Wow.

- Oh, it's shark week? Hot damn.

- Bum-bum.

Y'all keepin' it one hundred.

That's my moms right there.

- You know what it is.

- Mm-hmm.

- Still menstruating? Hmm.

- Okay. - Truth.

EVAN :
If you could just

excuse us for a second.

What are you doing?

How can you take his side?

Sides? Well, we.

Why are we always talking

about sides?

Okay, it's our job, brah.

We're producers.

We bring his vision to life.

(chuckles)

Damn! That's poppin'!

PIMP-LO :

Hey!

I did it.

I finally quit my job.

(chuckles)

And I'm free, I'm free.

I'm never going back

- to that job again.

- (toilet flushes)

It's the best day of my life.

I mean, I can't be

a music producer

without integrity.

What's up?

What?

Wait. S-Something's wrong.

Your face is more pinched

than normal.

I-I finally did it.

You got back together

with Jesse?

No! You know the long-distance

thing didn't work.

He lives 3,000 miles away

with his girlfriend

- and their cat.

- Oh.

He got over you much quicker

than what I thought.

- Oh, thank you, Amy.

- Much faster than Bumper,

who is rightfully

still devastated.

You know he got a tattoo

of me on his butt cheek?

So now, every time he wants

to see me, he's like.

He's just.

- Okay. Um.

- That made me dizzy.

- Wait, what's up?

- I quit my job.

- You got fired?

- Oh, come on.

All right.

I-I didn't get fired.

- I quit.

- Come here.

You're kind of making it worse.

Let this negative energy

be released!

Seriously, open your legs.

It'll come out quicker.

- No, no.

- It'll come out quicker,

- the bad energy.

- Why do you do this stuff?

- Okay, seriously.

- Why are you like this?

- You're gonna come back from this so fast.

- Mm.

You know why? Because you have

an amazing best friend.

Is that you?

Yeah.

- Okay.

- And also.

- (Beca grunts)

- You need to pay the rent.

Just a little.

Uh, every month,

we have to do it. Ugh.

Right.

Yeah.

You could get a job, you know.

Beca, you're in shock.

You need something to eat.

- Yeah. Just sit down.

- Oh.

Not these, though.

They're mine.

- Hey, guys.

- Hey, Chloe!

Why aren't you guys ready?

BECA :

Why are you wearing that?

- What?

- Did you wear that to work?

- Yeah, underneath my scrubs.

- Well, sweetie, why?

Because it reminds me

I was special once.

But also because tonight

is, you. you know.

the Bellas reunion

at the Brooklyn Aquarium.

- Hello!

- That's tonight?

- Yes.

- AMY :
Aw, yeah!

- BECA :
You know what?

I will take it.

I need a distraction anyway.

- Yeah. Yes, you do! Whoo!

- I love it. Here we go!

What happened?

- She got fired today.

- (gasps) No.

(quiet chatter)

- Hey, Stacie.

- Oh, my God!

- Finally!

- Aw. Good to see you.

What's up, pitches?

(squealing)

- I know, I know.

- Hi, Beca. - Oh!

I missed you guys so much.

I can't wait for us

to sing together.

I'm so excited.

- Hey, ladies.

- (squealing)

Let's crush this.

- Hi. - Hello.

- Stacie!

Hi!

Hey, Bellas.

- Hi!

- Hi!

Thank you so much

for inviting us.

- Of course.

- So, what do you want us to sing tonight?

A little "Who Run the World,"

some "Bulletproof"?

You didn't tell us

what the crowd was,

- but I, um.

- What's she talking about?

I brought this, just in case.

- Oh, God. (sighs)

- Our voices are warm.

(all vocalize high note)

Um, we didn't

invite you guys to sing.

We invited you to.

- watch us sing.

- Watch.

Aca-scuse me?

EMILY :
I just thought you guys

were so busy with your.

your awesome jobs

and amazing lives.

- (squishing)

- (cow groans)

Papaya Player's Delight?

With a shot of white privilege.

(loud heavy metal playing)

- (cell phone ringing)

- Oh. Hey, baby.

- MAN :
Mayday! Mayday!

- (alarm blaring)

We're going down!

AMY :
Welcome to my successful

one-woman show.

"Fat Amy Winehouse."

I'm a sexy star

With a dirty secret.

No! This is my corner!

- You hear this club banger?

- I quit.

Yes, Lord!

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