Ha, ha! Just kidding! She isn’t sorry at all!
“You have no idea how many nights I have lost,” Madonna mouths to the bouquet (it’s, uh, a silent movie), “thinking how I hurt you.” She coddles the hydrangeas a while longer, whispering sweet nothings into their delicate purple petals.
Suddenly, a twist! The music turns violent! So, you think Madonna is some kind of monster? Cast her as a villainess, will you? She’ll show you “monster”! A monster you want? A MONSTER YE SHALL RECEIVE! (That’s how I interpreted the music, anyway.) Madonna addresses the camera: “I still hate hydrangeas!” she pantomimes. “And I will always hate them!”
Madonna, in her best impersonation of “no wire hangers,” hurls the hydrangeas to the floor, cruelly tramples them, and storms off—visibly giggling.
She’s a cheeky little brat, isn’t she? Madge! Are you sure your publicist is doing his job?
No, no, don’t get up. Everything’s fine, Madge. Vitalii Sediuk, the self-described “Ukrainian TV person” you insulted, says he forgives you.
Boy, today sure has been weird.