Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-RUDI: Betamax. -What?
Maybe it's time we could hook up a little?
he's looking for The New Sound.
What do you mean by this?
Why is that so funny? I am on a musical quest.
Genius. Bongo in the Congo.
♪ Then I'll be free forever more ♪
Yes. We all know about this, don't we?
A high priest of the Psychedelic Monks.
feel the power of my jazz fusion licks
(HIGH SYNTH CHORD)
-Psst! -Huh.
I cannot be this thing you want me to be, you know.
♪ We are looking all around and round for that new sound ♪
-Yeah, it is a nickname, you know. -Oh!
Maybe I can read a few names, in my phone book here.
Most men would have taken the passes, gone to Santana, had a good time,
How naive you are.
Yeah. Oh, look, if it isn't Rudi the Prudy.
Put away those fiery biscuits.
♪ Gonna lick your thighs Gonna suck your hair
Is it so wrong for a man to love a guitar?
Yes, you can.
That is not the sound we're searching for, my friend.
Because I have eight of something.
Easy to say with the benefit of hind legs. She told me everything.
I can't have him going away. What if I need my cauldron stirring?
I know I can never be a priest like you, but I can stand by you and fight.
Please no, don't do that. Please!