Man: Uh... [laughs] I don't know, I never heard of you guys.

LPC: Who?

LPC: What?

Man: I never even heard of you guys.

LPC: Who?

Man: Lesby and thrash or whatever.

LPC: Yeah, are you into that or something?

LPC: What are you talking about, dude?

Man: What?

LPC: What are you talking about, anyway?

Man: I never even heard of your band, man.

LPC: Which band?

Man: Aren't you in a band?

LPC: Yeah.

LPC: Did you get...

LPC: Hello?

Man: Hello?

LPC: Do I need to rip off your face?

Man: Uh, dude, I gotta let you go, man.

LPC: What for it, dude?

Man: 'Cause I told you, I got a student in guitar lessons right now.

LPC: Hey, can you play the saxophone for us tonight?

Man: Yeah, I gotta let you go with...

LPC: Hey, wait, seriously... let me ask you one more question, 'kay?

Man: Alright.

LPC: Um... we're forming a new band.

LPC: and, because there any way you could join that?

LPC: We're called saxophone lesbian.

Man: No, I can't.

LPC: Why not, dude?

Man: 'Cause I got a killer band.

LPC: Huh?

Man: You want me to kill your band?

LPC: Yeah, I could do that with my fist alone, buddy.

LPC: And that'd be your last mistake, mister.

Man: Oh, yeah?

Man: Uh, you'd never heard of Bobby, though, huh?

LPC: No, why?

LPC: He's the fucking killer drummer, man.

LPC: I'm gonna drill my lower his lip, my feet.

Man: Really?

Man: Well...

LPC: How's that sound, buddy?

Man: That sounds just great, man.

LPC: You crossed me on this.

LPC: That's your last mistake, mister.

LPC: Yeah, but would you play thrash tambourine for us?

Man: Tonight?

LPC: Yeah.

LPC: We'll give you a 50 bucks.

Man: Say what?

LPC: We'll give you fifty bucks.

Man: Oh, yeah?

LPC: It's on Broadway, yeah?

Man: Uh... nah, I don't think so, bud.

LPC: Do I need to bring my cleats to your face?

LPC: Once I kick you or what?

Man: I think you should just, uh...

Man: I don't know. Find somebody else, man.