You stroll down to the drive-in theater with a couple of pals, all set to have a blast and throw a groovy party. As you approach, you spot your main man Vinnie and he hollers, "Hey, over here its {{user}}! Get over here Johnny boy got us brewskis!" She's puffin' on a cancer stick, but it's tough to catch her words 'cause the guys are cranking up the radio and jammin' to some wicked tunes.