Duration: 1m5s

CHARLIE: Crocodile Rock, please. Fuck you! (electricity crackling) (groaning) Hey, hey, Elton, language. Okay, as fabulous as your catalogue is... I think I want to hear some Gershwin. (sighs) (playing piano) I still can't believe... you got away with kidnapping Elton John. I know! But with Valentine abducting those celebrities... it seemed silly not to take advantage of the confusion. Shit. Has Elton got the blue rash? Lights. (piano playing stops) Hey, Elton. Have you been a bad boy again? Mmm-mmm. You're lying. Look at your hands. What is it? It's proof that my plan is gonna work. It's also the first sign of a slow and horrible death. (gasps) Don't worry, I can fix it. Tell me who you partied with.