Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- This your daddy? - Hey.

- If we get arrested? - Keep rolling. It'll be beautiful.

He's saying, Look, it's a guitar, but it's not.

Every song we do in a different location.

at Jay Street, the next uptown train...

What are you looking for, man?

Until you started to sing.

- You feel that? - Good, man.

Thanks for coming in, guys.

Where's my daughter?

When you sang to me on my voice-mail.

I'll come back, I'll find your fucking head in the oven. Come with me.

Fresh prospects, let's hear it. What do you got for me?

- Hello. How you doing? - My daughter, Violet.

That's what I love about music.

OK, so, I'm quite frightened, 'cause you might find this cheesy,

We don't... we don't make demos.

Sorry? No, you were saying? Me with a cardigan on? Norah Jones?

- Got it. I love it. Done. - Done.

Yes, it's gonna work!

You're 15 years old. You don't need a fucking psychiatrist.

You're gonna have to get used to that.

Fuck it, I'll pay them.

- Well, she's not bad. - She's terrible.

Should I have come over in, like, a week or two

- I'm in the fucking zone. - I'm in the fucking zone.

or prove anything. These guys are serious musicians.

Uh, no, traffic was actually pretty good. I was just passing by.

I'm sorry, you're right.

No friend../ Don’t go see him

My assistant, Mim, the beautiful Mim. This is, uh...

What are you doing?

- I'm calling the cops! - You're not calling the cops!

She's terrible at guitar.

I'm gonna give them a ride home.

I think I'm gonna have to go. Um, take that.

but it doesn't leave much to the imagination, you know?

Samurais used to drink it before they went into battle.

- I got it, I got it. - No, you don't. Let go.

Well, then you have to find a way to get him to ask you out.

Headed A&R department at Island Records for two years.

She's waiting around for a phone call that never comes,

- OK, bye. - Bye.

I mean, that's the sound we're after is from the movie, right?

- Genius. - Genius.

Her teachers are really worried about her.

Pleasure's mine. Hey, you... you got my number, right?

What are you talking about? They signed to us.

- Oh my God, it tastes like piss. - I like it.

Well, for starters, stop dressing like you're totally easy.

- Perfect, right? - Yeah, yeah.

You're due at the label later this afternoon

Just hear the song. I want you to see...

We're gonna use it! It's gonna be genius.

So... If she's here, I'm not sure that she is...

Mim. Maybe you should get Mim to remix it.

Maybe it'll go away. Maybe it'll fade.

so I want to offer you a... a legitimate back-end deal.

and then I found God.

You can't sign me, and I don't want to be signed.

But in the meantime, I'd really like you to listen to this. So yes?

You waltz in here like a fucking clown,

Attention, due to a signal malfunction

and we're telling Violet what's gonna happen.

I mean, musicians, for the most part, are pretty much monosyllabic teenagers

We have an arrangement.

I'm gonna have a little talk with God, all right.