Hotel room. Sharon tries to brush the taste of garlic out of her mouth. Sharon tries to blow her breath at Kelly; Kelly says she'll throw up if her mom does.
Now back on the bed, Sharon wonders how terrible it would be if they show up and Ozzy still doesn't want them there. Kelly bitches that she doesn't know why they showed up anyway if they're not wanted, and they respond that it's because they love him. Kelly then says that he's a "bastard" if he doesn't want them there, and both Sharon and Jack yell at her. Hee.
Shot of the show. Ozzy finishes, taking a bow with the band. This might be from a different concert, but afterwards, Ozzy sits backstage with two big "Da Bears"-type radio douchebags doing an interview. One of them holds a pad that reads, "How Ya Feelin How's Ya Leg Doin?" He then asks Ozzy that. Ozzy says he can't sit around the house, he has to get back out there. "Ya gotta rock and roll. You bet," says that DJ. Lord. (Ozzy is drinking wine. Bad, Ozzy.)
Quick shot of fans screaming into the camera.
Now the guy reads the question, asking what Ozzy would do if he got snowed into "Grand Forks" (see) for three more days. Ozzy says that everyone bitches about the cold, but he'd rather be there than in Afghanistan. There, they should put that on the Grand Forks Chamber of Commerce welcome sign. "Grand Forks: Better Than Afghanistan."
Shots of Chicago at night. I think they throw in a quick shot of the Real World house just for fun. Michigan Ave. Ozzy gets off the bus for the hotel. He goes the wrong way for a second.
In the hotel room, Kelly yells at Jack to hurry, and he yells back that he's writing a card for Ozzy. Kelly bitches that Jack has been on the phone talking about "fucking" something (I can't follow) for the last twenty minutes. Jack throws something at her and she says, "Ow." Jack gets all pissed as they say that they have to beat Dad down to the restaurant. Sharon says that the restaurant will give them tinfoil if they hurry, but then a helpful hotel guy arrives with some. Jack wraps his present in tinfoil, which is brilliant. I never fucking thought of that. That's it: from now on, I'll never use bullshit wrapping paper again! (Jack doesn't even tip the hotel guy. Cheap bastard.) Kelly smiles at the camera.