Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

can't can't
You've only been in the band since 10:30 this morning.
Maybe after the gig we could have a drink, have a chat about stuff.
Hey, Howard. There's some girls.
I've got something lined up for us. Check this out.
Sort out his pot pens. Put them in a workable order
lt makes me do stuff.
You know why? Because you ain't got the spirit of jazz inside you.
Listen, bitch, have you got anyone?
It's a fence, no, it's soft. What's happening? The shapes, the chaos.
All the great front men work with animals. Jagger worked in a pet shop.
Yeah. You know, there are those who got it and those who ain't.
You know what musicians are like, pretty temperamental.
- Yeah. - I don't believe you.
Yeah, I'm in a couple of bands.
- Who the hell is this asshole? - I'm Naboo, that's who.
- Just leave me alone. - We made such sweet music together,
You better take that back, you electro ponce.
(# Heavenly choir)
(Laughs)
When I get an offer, I turn it down flat, I reject it out of hand.
Hm? Go on, then. What you looking at?
That ain't no door back there. It's a toilet.
What if someone starts wearing three hats?
How's it going with you and your pop band?
Very much like them. Big-time fan.
I don't want that. Please, I can't have that.
Ah...the arrogance of youth.
If we need a bassoon player, we'll let you know.