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John’s annual review

JOHN: Why is my mom even here AT ALL?
CHRISTINA: You said that I could run your annual review HOWEVER I wanted.

JOHN: But you didn't even invite ME, Christina!
CHRISTINA: This is how I review students at my SCHOOL, John.

CHRISTINA: Mrs. Romero, he gets very difficult during long rehearsal. Any tips?
JOHN'S MOM: Well, my Johnny gets VERY fussy when he's hungry.
JOHN: I am NOT! Mom! QUIT it!

CHRISTINA: Interesting...
JOHN'S MOM: So I always keep a sugar cookie in my purse...
JOHN: OOO, gimme...

Who’s Here To Support Your Band?

NATE: Yeah, our usual contingent of fans are here to vote for us, those 50 or so people back by the bar.

NATE: Who's here to support your band?
DAN: Well, them over there. They're here for us.

NATE: The one Korean guy?
DAN: Well, and his two little kids. Oh, and there! That old Italian woman. That's John's mom.
MOM:

NATE: She's got one of our t-shirts on, dude.
DAN: Oh. OK. Well, just the Koreans then.

Which Band You Here To See?

GUY AT THE DOOR: Which band you here to see?
MOM: Oh, I'll stay and see all the bands, dear.

GUY AT THE DOOR: But is there one band in particular you're looking to see?
MOM: Oh, I don't know, honey. I haven't seen them all yet.

GUY AT THE DOOR: Look, MA'AM, which one of the bands ASKED you to come?
MOM: My son Johnny is in the Ambulance Men, if that's what you mean.

GUY AT THE DOOR: OK! THANK you... so I'll mark you down as a fan of the Amublance Men...
MOM: Oh, I wouldn't go that far, dear.

Mom helps write

MOM: Honey, your soup is ready. And Daniel... play C#sus, NOT Dmin7.
JOHN: Jesus, Mom! Will you leave him alone?! Dan, man, sorry, dude....

DAN: No, she's right, it fits better with your melody....
JOHN: Man... do not encourage her...

MOM: Now, move to D, transition into picking, and alernate up- and downstrokes.

DAN: Move to... OK, wait, what?
MOM: And there's Cokes and juice in the fridge.
JOHN: There's carrots in here! Mom! Jesus!!

Mom at practice

MOM: Knock knock! Hi gang! Who wants a cookie?
JOHN: Mom! We are rehearsing! I told you not to bug us! Come on!

MOM: OK, OK, I'm sorry, honey, I'm sorry. I'm already gone, OK? Forget I'm here. Call me if you need more cookies....

MOM: Oh, and Daniel-honey, you keep coming into the bridge a half-step slow.

DAN: Really?
JOHN: Dan, man... just ignore her.
RONI: (silent)
CHRISTINA: (silent)

No free drinks

JOHN: Joe, the bartender won't gimme a free drink, I thought--
JOEY: John... look, no, OK? You're lucky I even let you guys play....

JOHN: Man, Joe, look, I know we're local, but we're still a band. We deserve some perks. I mean, hell, we brought a bunch of fans to your club!

JOEY: You brought one person, dude... and she wasn't a fan.

JOHN: My mom is still is a fan, Joe!!
MOM: Johnny-honey, you need to jack up Daniel's vocals. I couldn't hear him for poop.