1:04:02
You're a tunesmith.
1:04:05
I don't understand the words.
1:04:07
Y'all don't shut up,
I'm gonna go out of my mind.
1:04:10
Besides, Karl's liable to bust his
spring. He's already off balance.
1:04:14
That wasn't the way you made
it up before. That's all I know.
1:04:17
We don't need no fancy words.
We need to practice, to rehearse.
1:04:22
I'll tell you what we need.
We need some paying gigs.
1:04:25
We don't need this messing around.
That's ridiculous.
1:04:30
Amen, Johnson.
1:04:33
We don't got no goddamn band!
1:04:37
We don't need to fucking practice!
1:04:40
We don't need a shit-ass manager
neither!
1:04:44
You motherfuckers!
You're all just a bunch of losers!
1:04:48
I'm the only sane son-of-a-bitch here!
1:04:50
Get the fuck out of my house!
1:04:52
It's not your house.
It's Linda's.
1:04:54
I'll whip the dog shit out of you.
1:04:57
I will fucking kill you
if you talk to me again!
1:05:00
All of you get the fuck out
before I get too mad to turn back!
1:05:05
What about our instruments?
1:05:09
Come here, you little prick!
1:05:10
Come here, you little fucking prick!
1:05:14
Get out!
All y'all!
1:05:17
Get the fuck out!
1:05:19
Come on, you motherfuckers!
1:05:24
Get the fuck out!
1:05:26
Randy, you tuning son-of-a-bitch!
1:05:30
Go fucking practice!
1:05:35
Come on, Morris. You fucking genius.
Get the fuck up...
1:05:38
and get the fuck out of here,
goddammit!
1:05:42
This ain't right, Doyle.
1:05:46
- There's something wrong with you.
- Get out!
1:05:48
Nobody wants to take this shit.