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Roscoe:
YOU ARE GOING

TO LOVE THIS.

ROSCOE, YOU'VE GO THAT MAD SCIENTIST LOOK.

I THOUGH YOU LIKED THAT LOOK.

ONLY WHEN:

WE'RE PLANNING

SOMETHING TOGETHER.

YOU'RE UP

TO SOMETHING.

SO, UH, THE BAND READY

FOR THE AUDITION?

DON'T TRY AND CHANGE

THE SUBJECT.

I WANNA KNOW:

WHAT YOU'RE UP TO.

CAN'T I SURPRISE

MY BEST FRIEND WITH A GIFT?

YOU GOT ME A GIFT?

SAMANTHA, MEET BETA.

[MEOW]

Samantha:

IT'S ADORABLE!

BUT YOU KNOW:

I'M ALLERGIC TO CATS.

NOT THIS ONE. WATCH.

IT'S A HOLOGRAM?

30 MILLION PIXELS.

Man:
ROSCOE,

ARE YOU UP THERE?

UH-OH.

THAT'S SO SWEET.

ROSCOE!

YEAH, DAD, UM,

I'M JUST, UH...

TESTING SOME:

HOLOGRAPHIC...

[MEOW]

CAT SCANS.

I GOTTA GO.

DON'T FORGE THE AUDITION.

WHOA! WHOA!

[MEOW]

[PURR]

WHY IS THERE:

A PLAID CAT IN MY LAB?

WELL, YOU SAID

I COULD, UH,

TEST YOUR HOLOGRAPHIC

PROGRAMMING.

UH, SKYGRAPH IS ABOU TO PULL ALL MY FUNDING,

AND YOU'RE MAKING

HOLOGRAPHIC CATS?

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[MEOW]

Roscoe:
WHY NOT?

LOW MAINTENANCE:

COMPANION. IT COULD

MAKE MILLIONS.

BETA, NO!

WAIT! STOP!

DON'T YOU GO OUT...

THIS COMPUTER:

IS NOT A TOY.

LOOK, I DIDN'T DEVELOP

THIS TECHNOLOGY:

FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT,

SON.

AT LEAST I USE IT.

I MEAN, IF YOU WANNA

KEEP YOUR FUNDING,

THEN MAKE:

SOMETHING WITH I INSTEAD OF JUS TALKING ABOUT IT.

HEY, WHY--WHY DON'T YOU

SHOW BETA TO SKYGRAPH?

THEY MAY ACTUALLY

BE IMPRESSED...

EVEN IF YOU'RE NOT.

HEY, CINDY. RACHEL.

HEY, I DIDN'T THINK

YOU'D MAKE IT.

I WOULDN'T MISS IT.

HEY, MRS. CONNORS.

HEY, ROSCOE.

Rachel:
DEEP

CLEANSING BREATHS.

DEEP CLEANSING BREATHS.

DEEP CLEANSING BREATHS.

DEEP CLEANSING BREATHS.

RACHEL. YOU'RE NO HAVING A BABY.

IT'S JUST AN AUDITION.

NO, SEE, IT'S NO JUST AN AUDITION.

DARYL FIBBS:

COULD BE HERE.

[LAUGHS]

GET REAL.

ACTUALLY, CINDY,

I HAVE HEARD:

THAT DARYL FIBBS

IS SCOUTING LOCAL CLUBS

FOR HARSHTONE RECORDS.

YEAH, SEE?

OM.

WHY DO YOU ENCOURAGE HER?

[LAUGHS]

ZETTABYTES!

YOU'RE UP.

YOU MAY FIND ME:

JUST A LITTLE STRANGE

I LIKE DANCIN' BAREFOO IN THE POURIN' RAIN

MY MIND IS RACIN'

AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT

I'LL DANCE AROUND YOU

LIKE A SATELLITE

I'M RECKLESS

YOU'RE SPEECH--

EXCUSE ME!

[MUSIC STOPS]

ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT.

PUT THE BRAKES ON.

IS SOMETHING WRONG,

MR. MOXLEY?

DO YOU SING LEAD

ON ALL THE SONGS?

UH, PRETTY MUCH, YEAH.

OK, LUV,

PUT DOWN THE GUITAR.

LET'S SEE YOU MOVE.

EH. YOU MEAN, DANCE?

DANCE. STRUT.

SHOW SOME PERSONALITY,

SOME PRESENCE.

UH, MR. MOXLEY,

I REALLY DON'T THINK...

WELL, GOOD FOR YOU!

THINKING'S OVERRATED.

ALL RIGHT.

GIMME SOME, UH, BRITNEY.

GIMME SOME JAGGER.

[MUSIC PLAYS]

[FEEDBACK WHINES]

THANK YOU!

THAT'LL BE ALL.

"MOIST TOILET!"

"TOWELETTE.

MOIST TOWELETTE"!

YOU DIDN' LET THEM FINISH.

WHAT ARE YOU,

THEIR MANAGER?

DO 'EM A FAVOR.

PUT 'EM OU OF THEIR MISERY.

HEY, THEY SOUNDED GREAT.

YEAH, BUT...

IT'S NOT ABOU SOUND ANYMORE.

IT'S ABOUT IMAGE.

LUV,

YOU CAN'T SING LEAD

FOR A BAND:

IF YOU CAN' DO THE MOVES.

MOIST TOWELETTE.

YOU'RE UP.

DON'T EVEN TRY IT

NO, NO, NO,

DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?

DON'T EVEN TRY IT

SAY GOOD NIGHT,

SAY GOOD-BYE

DON'T EVEN TRY IT

NO:

YOU BETTER KEEP AWAY

WITH YOUR HANDS:

DON'T EVEN TRY IT

NOW THAT'S WHA I'M TALKING ABOUT.

SAY GOOD NIGHT:

SAY GOOD-BYE,

DON'T EVEN TRY

Roscoe:
ANYBODY

CAN LEARN TO DANCE.

TRUST ME, ROSCOE.

YOU DON'T WANNA

GO THERE.

OK, NOBODY'S PERFECT, OK?

OH, OK.

IT'S NOT JUS THE DANCING ANYWAY, SAM.

IT'S ATTITUDE,

PERSONALITY.

YEAH, IT'S

AN INNER CONNECTION

TO THE MUSIC.

I'VE GOT A CONNECTION.

AFTER ALL,

I WRITE THE SONGS--

AND A REAL PERSONALITY.

WELL, NO ONE CARES

ABOUT REAL.

THEY WAN LARGER THAN LIFE.

SHE'S RIGHT, SAM.

THERE'S WAY TOO MUCH

NEGATIVE ENERGY HERE.

HEY.

WORKIN' ON

SOME NEW LYRICS?

YEAH. CAN YOU THINK

OF ANYTHING:

THAT RHYMES WITH

PAIN AND MISERY?

HEY. ALL THE YEARS

WE'VE BEEN FRIENDS,

HAVE I EVER:

GIVEN YOU BAD ADVICE?

ALWAYS.

SO I'M DUE FOR

SOME GOOD ADVICE.

LOOK...

YOU WRITE AWESOME SONGS.

MAYBE IT'S JUST TIME

TO LET SOMEONE ELSE

SING THEM...

AN ADDITION TO THE BAND,

NOT A REPLACEMENT.

OH.

OK.

HERE.

SAVE THIS.

YOUR ORIGINAL:

LYRIC SHEETS:

WILL BE WORTH:

A FORTUNE SOMEDAY.

SEE, THAT'S WHAT I LIKE

ABOUT YOU, ROSCOE.

YOU'RE ALWAYS...

LOOKING TO THE FUTURE.

YEAH, TELL MY FATHER.

TO HIM, MY VISION

IS NEVER GRAND ENOUGH.

I WISH THERE WAS

SOME SECRE TO BEING EVERYTHING

PEOPLE WANTED US TO BE.

YEAH, WELL...

UNTIL SOMEONE:

BOTTLES PERFECTION,

I GUESS WE'RE STUCK

WITH WHAT WE'VE GOT.

SO HOW ARE THINGS

IN YOUR PART OF THE WORLD?

ALL RIGHT, I GUESS.

THINGS ARE:

A LITTLE ROUGH:

FOR SAM RIGHT NOW.

MMM. I COULDN'T THINK

OF A MORE PERFECT MATCH.

[CHUCKLES]

DAD, SAM AND I

ARE JUST FRIENDS.

SO WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?

I DON'T KNOW.

I MEAN, SHE'S FUN

TO BE WITH.

BUT SHE GETS:

SO MOODY.

SHE'S TALENTED.

BUT SHE CAN BE:

SO STUBBORN.

I LIKE HER. BUT...

SEE?

THAT'S THE PROBLEM.

HOW DO YOU GET PAS ALL THOSE BUTS?

SHIP THEM OFF TO CHINA.

WHAT?

OVERNIGHT. EVERY

LAST ONE OF 'EM. WE--

THEY NEED:

THE TECHNOLOGY.

WE'VE GOT A SURPLUS.

IT'S A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN.

THANKS FOR THE HELP.

WHAT?

SO, YOU HAVE

A GOOD DAY, HUH?

[MEOW]

[MEOW]

[IMITATES MOXLEY]

NICE TONE, LUV,

BUT CAN YOU MOVE?

[MEOW]

NICE TONE.

NICE TONE.

BUT CAN YOU MOVE?

MOVE.

[MEOW]

ALL RIGHT.

OH, MY GOD.

JUST TAKE IT-- GOD.

YES! OK.

[WOMAN SINGING]

[SECOND WOMAN SINGING]

Roscoe:
YES!

[THIRD WOMAN SINGING]

[3 VOICES COMBINED SINGING]

Girl, shouting:

MY LIFE IS A LIBRARY BOOK

THAT I FORGOT I TOOK!

I DROPPED IT IN THE SAND,

AND I OWE 100 GRAND!

MY LIFE IS A LIBRARY BOOK!

MY LIFE IS:

A DUMB SCHOOL SONG

THAT I KEEP SINGING WRONG!

OH, HAIL TO OUR SCHOOL,

I FEEL LIKE A FOOL!

MY LIFE IS:

A DUMB SCHOOL SONG!

MY LIFE IS A MATH EXAM,

AND I FORGOT TO CRAM!

THE TEACHER'S

GOT SOME NERVE,

AND SOMEONE:

BLEW THE CURVE!

MY LIFE IS A MATH EXAM!

MY LIFE IS:

A BAD SCHOOL LUNCH.

IT AIN'T NO SUNDAY BRUNCH!

I TRY TO SCARF IT DOWN

BUT IT COMES BACK AROUND!

MY LIFE IS:

A BAD SCHOOL LUNCH!

WOW. THAT WAS

REALLY...

SOMETHING.

[GASPS]

[CELTIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[SINGING OFF-KEY]

CAN'T YOU HEAR

THE CAPTAIN SHOUTING

DINAH, BLOW YOUR HORN

I JUST LOVED YOU GUYS

AT MY SISTER'S SWEET 16.

I WOULD DO ANYTHING

TO BE YOUR LEAD SINGER.

RACHE? CAN I BORROW

SOME OF YOUR DEEP

CLEANSING BREATH?

SO WHAT DO WE DO NOW?

SWEET 16s

AND BAR MITZVAHS.

'CAUSE THAT'S ALL

WE'LL BE GETTING.

WE'LL JUS RUN THE AD AGAIN.

YOU'RE JUST AVOIDING

THE OBVIOUS, YOU GUYS.

ANYBODY WITH TALEN IS ALREADY IN A BAND.

THE ZETTABYTES:

HAVE GONE AS FAR

AS WE'RE GONNA GO, OK?

[COMPUTER

EMITS TONE]

EXCUSE ME.

I'M HERE FOR

THE AUDITION.

I DON'T SEE HER

ON THE LIST.

UM, WE'RE LOOKING

FOR SOMEONE WITH

A WIDE VOCAL RANGE

WHO CAN ALSO DANCE.

SO IF YOU CAN'T DANCE...

I CAN DANCE.

DO YOU KNOW:

NOTHING'S WRONG WITH ME?

[BAND PLAYS

NOTHING'S WRONG WITH ME]

YOU MAY FIND ME:

JUST A LITTLE STRANGE

I LIKE DANCIN' BAREFOO IN THE POURIN' RAIN

MY MIND IS RACIN'

AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT

I'LL DANCE AROUND YOU

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