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Married people can’t do weekends

CHRISTINA: I... I can't rehearse on Fridays.
RONI: You married people are so protective of your weekends.
JOHN: Heh. Maybe that's when their sex is scheduled.
DAN: Heh.

CHRISTINA: N-no... the only scheduled sex we have is after these band rehearsals. Playing drums sort of... sort of "gets me going."

DAN: Christina.... Ew.

DAN: Well, rehearsal on any day feels weird now....
CHRISTINA: I think it's that double foot pedal.
JOHN: Roni.... Does she stare at my butt while I sing?
RONI: No one EVER stares at your butt, John.

Late because of TV

JOHN: You're late because of a TV SHOW? That's B.S., dude!
DAN: Nothin' I can do, man. You're the one who wants to rehearse on Wednesday.

JOHN: You obviously don't CARE about this band, Dan!
DAN: YOU'VE obviously never seen "Lost", John!

JOHN: Look, Wednesday's the ONLY day we're all free.
RONI: No, WE'RE all free Monday, but you have your "dance" class.

JOHN: CAPOEIRA is not "dance", Roni!
RONI: Did they find Walt?
DAN: No. It was mostly Korean stuff. Also, Locke said "lost" a lot.

Hour late to rehearsal

JOHN: OK, Dan is now officially an hour late to rehearsal.
CHRISTINA: Can't we just start without him, John?

JOHN: No! We specifically need to work on his guitar parts on "Cathartic Target Practice."

RONI: OK.

RONI: While we're waiting can we discuss what a dumbass song "Cathartic Target Practice" is?
CHRISTINA: It's... pretty dumbass.
JOHN: It's a GREAT song.

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....

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)

We need more gigs

JOHN: We just... we need more gigs, you know? If, if we had more gigs, we'd be better.

CHRISTINA: Actually, John, while that's somewhat true, what would really make us better is if we practiced as much as we say out here and smoked pot.

JOHN: You know, man? Gigs.

CHRISTINA: Yeah.

Slaves to the audience

JOHN: OK, post-practice band meeting, people!

JOHN: I'm a little upset about the setlist changes last night. Do we take requests? Yes. But we are not slaves to the audience. The Ambulance Men are artists.

RONI: It was a karaoke night, John. They pick the songs; we play them. That's how it works.

JOHN: SLAVE!!
DAN: I thought our "Sweet Caroline" had a real edge to it, by the way.
CHRISTINA: (silent)