Man, the change in Ozzy over the years. He once tried reportedly to kill Sharon, and now he's doddering around afraid that she'll see him give her the finger. Wonderful.

Now Jack, Sharon, and Kelly sit on the front stoop waiting to be picked up. Sharon says, "Doesn't he look handsome." "Shut the fuck up!" says Ozzy. Kelly says that's very nice as Sharon repeats that he looks "gorgeous."

The limo arrives. They get in. Ozzy immediately starts grousing that he hates "these stretch bastards." Man alive. Ozzy is like a five-year-old. (I don't understand how they survived having Sharon be both wife and manager. Usually the wife is the one you come home to and bitch about the stupid shit your manager is making you do, and then you go complain to your manager about your wife. Poor Ozzy.) Ozzy says limos are "pimp-mobiles." As the publicist desperately tries to shove Sharon (and Minnie) into the limo and close the door so Ozzy doesn't bite his head off (no pun intended), Ozzy keeps saying that he feels like a "dickhead" riding in a limo. He asks again why Sharon got this thing, repeats "pimpmobile," and says, "I hate the fucking things, I do." Sharon puts on her admonishing face, which is just that, a "face." She says that Ozzy can't show up to an in-store in a taxi, and Ozzy retorts that he hates limos. "I know," says Sharon. "Well, we didn't buy it." Ozzy keeps yelling, and Sharon tries to deflect him by waving something shiny in front Ozzy's face like he's a crying baby, which he is. "Look at the ceiling, it's like Kelly's bedroom," she says. "Oh wonderful," replies Ozzy.

The in-store. Tower Records on Sunset, right down the street from me. (The sign advertises Ozzy, John Mellencamp, the Grateful Dead box set, and the Riding In Cars With Boys soundtrack, to give you a timeframe for this.) I don't know where they live that they leave during daylight and arrive at night, because Tower is, like, minutes from all of Beverly Hills. They must have gone somewhere else first.