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Those days were amazing.
Being a kid, you know, what else was I|to do but to live the Dragon?
My pursuit ofperfection|was relentless,
All right, ladies, Spread them,
Rob, you're not nailing the squeal.
I have no idea|what you're talking about.
Check it out.
Play it like that.
That's it.|That's a ping, not a squeal.
-Sounds just like the tape, man.|-No. Raunchier.
That was great. Thank you.
From the top.
Hey, Jeremy, no.
What are you doing?|You know what this is?
Look. Jorgen's name is misspelled.|It should be an "E."
You know how much I can get for it?
Peace to you too, dude.|Try it like this.
Mom?|Mom, isn't my room off-limits?
I'm sorry, Chris.|Oh, what were you doing?
-How are you?|-Good. How's Willard?
-He's fine. You look nice.|-Thank you.
Here, hold on.|You got a smudge.
-Bye. Gotta run.|-Bye. Love you.
Love you too. Bye.
I need more power! I want more!
Come on, come on.
Nina and Samantha!
-Coming to my show in a week?|-Of course.
-Want to hand out fliers?|-Absolutely.
-You guys look awesome.|-Bye.
Em, I'll be right back, okay?
-Come on, girls. This way.|-See you, Chris.
Oh, that was awesome!
That was the heaviest|since Columbus in '77.
Heavier than the Demented tour.
-I ask you, did they not rock?|-They totally rocked.
Look who's here.
-If it isn't Yoko Ono and the Fag Five.|-What are you doing?
Making sure nobody sees|some cut-rate copy band.
Cut-rate? This dude can't|even tune his own guitar.
-You could work on your lip-synch.|-I don't lip-synch.
Sorry, but your dad got ripped.
-No, I can't.|-I don't think so.
You can make me his pants.
-This is all me, baby.|-You and a few ballet slippers.
-You want a piece of me?|-No, I'm good.
-Want to see how a real man--|-Don't touch her.
-Let go of my cape.|-Let go of my cape!
Get your ass out of bed.
Get out of here.
-Let's go. Get up.|-Get out of here.
Get out! I didn't do anything.
That's the problem.|You never do anything.
-Get out of here, pig!|-God-- Fucking--
Jeez, boys. Quit. Break it up.|Chris, give him a break. Come on.
-Stop it!|-Tell him to get out!
-Used to be my room.|-Not anymore!
Because I moved out when I was 18.
-We're having breakfast.|-IKeep him out!
Get ready for work.|Will you go downstairs?
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