The Without You... finale: She's wearing a hooded cloak made out of an American flag and steps up to the mic to say,
I was just leaving the club, and I was doing some thinking and I just came back out here to tell you that everything I said to you tonight was a complete lie. I am a total phony and a fraud and the critics are right, I am a petty bilious girl and I will cut the fame shit out for just this moment... Because Without You I Am Nothing... It has a glitch in it, she starts saying “Without Me…”

I always wanted to be the kind of person who really took chances in life. Someone who got off the main highway and took those little back roads...and experienced a kind of America that few of us get to see. I wanted to walk through the Midwest early in the morning... She waxes nostalgic, in a racially uncomfortable way.

...live life to the fullest. I never wanted to depend on Triple A. And I don't know If i've become that kind of a person. But I would like to dedicate this last song tonight to all those who came before me, and forged those emotional and aesthetic highways that I've traveled down so effortlessly. To those who have the guts to live life right on the edge. I dedicate this song to Appelonia, to Sheila E, to Lisa and Wendy... And names the rest of the Prince entourage. Meanwhile hippies are dancing and a satyr is playing the flute.

When you leave here tonight, where ever you go in your life, whoever you become. If you should wake up one long and lonely night and feel that you are all alone, remember, you are. And that wherever I've gone in my life, whoever I've become, whether I'm alone, whether I'm with somebody and very much in love, I wish you could be there to see how happy I've become and share in my joy...

Then she does this dance in the string bikini and pasties, where she looks so classically hot, but like a weapon, right? Like a fuck-you kind of hot. And it ends with the beautiful girl we've been following writing "Fuck Sandra Bernhard."

OK, I’m glad we parced this together. So she sets herself up as the universal lothario. LOTHARIO. It's like the opposite of a pleaser. It was so exhilerating when I first saw it, and I assumed that it was because of the post-irony. The embrace of cheesy 70's songs. The exhaltation of pop. But I think the exhilerating part was this defiance. This radiant Fuck You. Who is she so pissed off at? Why is she so pissed off? "I am a petty, bilious girl." Ha! Ha ha. It's really something. Or is she playing a character? Screwing with the way people use autobiographical one-woman shows to selectively confess their vulnerabilities and, ultimately, canonize themselves? Christ, this is a movie that drags in a hayride full of questions.