Rock of Ages
Stacee! Stacee! Stacee!
Ladies and gentlemen,
are you ready to rock?
Welcome to the famous Bourbon Room
on the Sunset Strip
Stacee Jaxx and Arsenal!
Hey, Los Angeles!
This is a little song called
"Paradise City."
Oh!
Just an urchin livin' under the street
I'm a hard case that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case
So buy me something to eat
I'll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home
Yeah, yeah
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
Sister Christian
Oh, the time has come
And you know that you're the only one
To say
Okay
Where you going?
What you looking for?
You know those boys
Don't want to play no more
With you
It's true
Yeah
You're motoring
What's your price for flight?
In finding Mr. Right
You'll be all right tonight
This must be just like livin' in paradise
And l don't wanna go home
This must be just like livin' in paradise
And l don't wanna go home
Hey, hey!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, you've been meant for this
Since you were born
Since she was born
No problem now
The coast is clear
It's just the calm before the storm
This must be just like livin' in paradise
Paradise
And l don't wanna go home
Whoa
Not a dime, l can't pay my rent
I can barely make it through the week
Saturday night I'd like to meet my girl
But right now l can't make ends meet
I'm always workin'
Slavin' every day
Gotta get a break
From the same old same old
I need a chance just to get away
If you could hear me think
This is what I'd say
Don't need nothin' but a good time
How can l resist?
Ain't lookin' for nothin'
But a good time
And it don't get better than this
Come on, son. Up you get!
Whoa!
Go to rehab!
Yo, Lonny,
how come you never take out the trash?
I leave that to you. You're a musician,
so it's important that you suffer.
I'm talentless,
so suffering's wasted on me.
-When was the last time you suffered?
-Six o'clock this evening...
...when l got up for work.
Say I spend my money
On women and wine
But I couldn't tell you where
I spent last night
I'm really sorry about the shape I'm in
I just-a like my fun every now and then
I'm always workin'
Slavin' every day
Gotta get a break
From the same old same old
I need a chance just to get away
If you could hear me think
This is what I'd say
Don't need nothin' but a good time
How can l resist?
Ain't lookin' for nothin' but a good time
And it don't get better than this
Dennis! Dennis!
You see, I raise a toast to all of us
Who are breakin' our backs every day
If wantin' the good life is such a crime
A-Lord, then put me away
Here's to ya
Ow!
-Don't need nothin' but a good time
-Oh, yeah, yeah
Hey, baby, come on, give me a kiss.
-Drew!
-Come on, give me a kiss! Hey!
-Come on!
-Drew!
-Get him out!
-Come on.
-I've had enough of this! Tell Dennis l quit!
-Beth! Come on!
Livin' in paradise
And l don't wanna go home
I love her, man! Come on!
You're all gonna go to hell!
Hey.
-Where you from?
-Oklahoma.
Well, Welcome to Hollywood.
-Thanks.
-Give me that!
-Let go! Come on! Let me have it!
-No! No!
-Hey!
-Give me it!
Stop it!
Leave her alone!
Wait! Oh, stop! Please! Somebody!
Ugh....
No. No. No.
Are you okay?
Sh*t.
-Did he take your money?
-He took my records.
Oh, my God.
Look, I'm sorry this happened. It sucks.
I'm Drew.
Sherrie.
"The Bourbon Room"?
-You work at The Bourbon Room?
-Yeah. I'm a barback.
One of these days,
my name's gonna be up there.
-You're in a band?
-I'm a singer.
Get out! Me too.
Oh, my God. The Bourbon Room. I have,
like, 10 albums that were recorded there.
More like "had"?
Had.
Yep.
Well, thank you.
Thanks.
Again.
Don't go in there, it's filth!
-Hey.
-Don't join them!
Do you need a job?
I could talk to Dennis Dupree, my boss.
Pray you'll be saved!
Are you serious?
Just whatever you do,
don't tell him you're a singer.
Jimmy!
I told you 10,000 times.
Girls drink free, dudes pay full freight.
They are dudes.
Look, l haven't charged a girl since '73.
For a minute, I thought that
Kate Jackson from Charlie's Angels...
-...had walked into my club.
-More like Michael Jackson.
-Doesn't he look pale to you?
-He does a bit.
Dennis! Meet Sherrie.
She needs a job, man.
No, I don't think so. She's a singer.
No, she just came in
from out of town.
Oh, okay, now, if I may.
-You sang in the church choir every Sunday.
-Lutheran.
Senior year, you had the third lead
in your high school musical.
-Sound of Music.
-And then somebody...
...your adorable Aunt Betty,
told you you had real talent.
-It was actually my Aunt Doris.
-Uh-huh.
And like a flaming dipshit you believed her,
dumped your jock boyfriend...
...ditched town and moved to Hollywood
to have a crack at fame and fortune.
Am l missing anything?
I....
Yeah, okay.
Actually, my boyfriend
wasn't really athletic.
And look. I'm a waitress.
Come on. She's practically
got mike burns on her lips.
I'm not interested, sweetheart.
I need you two to get back to work.
-Please, Mr. Dupree. I'm a hard worker.
-You seem like a really nice kid.
I just got mugged.
I have $17 to my name and I'm probably
gonna be starving in the next 48 hours.
-And Beth just quit.
-Beth just quit?
Okay, fine. You're hired.
Oh, my God. Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
What are you thanking me for? l ruined
your life. You start training tomorrow.
This place is turning into a war zone.
It's Arsenal's last show.
Arsenal? Oh, my God, l love Stacee Jaxx.
It's your lucky day. He's going solo.
Hey, want to go celebrate?
I'm coming up on my break.
Yeah. Sure.
A year ago....
A year ago,
people asked whose campaign...
...I would throw
my financial support behind...
...and I knew there was only one man
on the ticket...
...that could restore the city
to its original glory.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Mayor Mike Whitmore.
Thank you. Couldn't have done it
without you, Doug.
Ahh.
Thank you, Los Angeles.
You know, Doug Flintlock here...
...well, he just leaned into my ear
and he said
"Mike, l have kids. Teenagers.
And these days, I'm scared for them.
We need to clean up this city."
Well, I can tell you that...
...I, for one, am not scared
for our city's children.
And that's because
I have a secret weapon.
My rock.
My soul mate.
And the best darn wife
any man could hope to have.
Please welcome my wife
The beautiful Patricia Whitmore!
Oh.
Come on up here, Patty-cake!
We did it!
Oh. Thank you.
Today, the city of Los Angeles
gets a twofer!
Not only the best mayor this city
has ever had...
...but also me.
A mother.
So tomorrow, as part of my
"Clean Up The Strip" initiative...
...we start to make this city safe
again for our young people.
She looks familiar to me, this woman.
You've probably popped something on
your ass that resembles her.
I shouldn't have thought so. That's all
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