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Roni sets priorities

RONI: No way, our rehearsal can't end at 3am. I'll be dead at work the next day.
JOHN: A ha! So we see where your priorities are, Roni!

RONI: Yes, John! I prioritize the job that I LOVE, that pays my RENT, over a hobby of mine that I ENJOY but that doesn't CONSUME me like it does YOU, you SELF-ABSORBED, CLUELESS ASSHOLE!

DAN: Whoa. She used the H-word.
JOHN: "H-... hobby"?

Office people after the show

MARCY: Great job, Veronica! The others from the office had to catch the 1:15 train, but they got to see your first song.
JOHN: Roni, you KNOW this jackass who kept jumping on stage?

CAL: I am a golden god!!
JOHN: Yeah, you almost had a golden goddamned lawsuit on your hands, pal.
MARCY: We better get going, Veronica. Young man: you have a nice voice.

JOHN: Oh... hey, thanks.
RONI: Bye Marcy. Bye Cal.

JOHN: So what's her story? Single?
RONI: Yes, John, she's 68, recently widowed and ready to mingle.

Office people show up

SARA: We're all here, Veronica! I told you Kemper-Rogers would support you at your shows!
CAL: Wooooo!!
RONI: You all're... here early.

MARCY: Now where can I set up my folding chair and blanket?
RONI: Oh, well, most people just, you know, stand, Marcy.
CAL: MOSH!!

MARCY: Oh my, I didn't wear my standing shoes.
SARA: I love the art on the wall here. I can't make out this one though.

RONI: It... (sigh) it looks to be a monkey sucking on a dolphin's penis, Sara.
MARCY: Oh my.
CAL: Stage dive!

Office guy was in a band

PAT: So you're in a band, huh? I was in a band back in the day. Toured some with the Crue. Crazy times, man.

PAT: Once, on this wicked meth trip, I thought these two chicks WERE cymbals. I pulled a gun on our manager, made him beat them with drumsticks for hours while we mainlined paprika and cried.

PAT: Crazy times....

PAT: So anyway, I upgraded you to Word 2003. Now, there are a few changes you should know about....
RONI: OK....

I never knew

RONI: Hey, Cal, I tried to scan a tax form, and--
CAL: Veronica, I... I didn't know you were in a band.

RONI: Oh. You saw Sara's email. (sigh) Yeah.
CAL: I... I never saw you as... I mean, here you are, this STAR of this... this hit BAND.

RONI: Oh, heh, HARDLY, we mainly play open mic nights, to like 4 people. And I'm not the frontman, I--

CAL: AUTOGRAPH ME, VERONICA!! LET ME BE TOUCHED BY THE HAND OF A ROCK GOD!!
RONI: Cal, this... this is not approriate breakroom behavior, man.

The all office email

SARA: I just sent an all office email telling people about your band!
RONI: Wait. What? NO! Why? I don't want people here knowing about my band!

SARA: But Veronica, now we can come support you at all your shows!
RONI: I don't want people from work at all my shows!

TIM: Hey there, "rock star"!
RONI: AUGH!

TIM: Good news: we're making your next little "show" the October Fun Committee event.
SARA: See? You're Little Ms. Popular now!
RONI: You're Little Ms. DEAD TO ME, Sara... DEAD!!

The day job is taking over your life

JOHN: You're skipping band practice? I'm starting to think this "day job" is becoming a career, Dan!
DAN: John, I work at Kinko's. It's not a career, dude....

JOHN: You just have fun in this life you've chosen, Dan. Enjoy your "job"! And your "comfort"! Your "picket fences" and "minivans"!
DAN: It's one practice, John!

DAN: Whatever, man, look, you still want me to pass along your resume?
JOHN: Yes I do!

JOHN: And maybe make a few copies on that cool marbled paper, too....
DAN: You officially now owe my, like, a billion dollars, by the way....

Keeping the branding consistent

JOHN: We do so! We're an alt-blues five-piece that plays radio-friendly rock with a garage sensibility.
RONI: John, none of those words even-... wait, there's only four of us, idiot.

JOHN: Yes, but we project the image of a five-piece, Roni.
RONI: Sweet Lord, you're an idiot.
DAN: I could just take this off and wear my undershirt.

JOHN: Dan, Dan, Dan... (sigh) You've got so much to learn about the industry.
RONI: You're an idiot with a dumbass sensibility.
DAN: Ooo, John, two words: neck scarf.