Pitch Perfect 2

Welcome back, a cappella enthusiasts.

My name is John Smith,

and sitting here to my left

is Gail Abernathy-McCadden-Feinberger.

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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. Oh, 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. GAIL: 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!

Oh, 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 (BLEEP).

She showed her (BLEEP) 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. Mmm.

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 (BLEEP) was off the hook!" (LAUGHTER)

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. Ever.

You know, before coming to Barden,

I had diarrhea for seven years.

But yes, this is terrible.

The dean is ready for you tramps.

Oh, 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.

Mmm-hmm. JOHN: 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. JESSICA: 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.

Oh, 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. Mmm.

Mom, I'm late.

It's orientation. You gotta let me go.

Oh, 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.

Oh, honey, you're gonna love this place.

Just promise you'll call.

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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.

Ah, 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.

What if we win it?

What if you win it?

Like, you...

You out-perform the other groups?

How do you fit such big dreams in such a small body?

What if you win it?

Never.

What if you win it?

Yeah. If we win, will you reinstate us? GAIL: Sure.

But no American team has ever won.