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TIMPANI:
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Man, I was sure we were goin' to be the only instruments chosen to come here. Why did the Strings have to come?
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CYMBALS:
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Yeah, Timp, they're so stuck up!
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DRUM:
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They think they're so much better'n everyone else.
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BLOCKS:
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And those Brass. They're just plain rude.
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XYLOPHONE:
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No manners at all.
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(The
Brass enter.)
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TRUMPET 1:
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Are you talking about us? That ain't very nice
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CHIMES:
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Wasn't supposed to be. We just don't like havin' to spend time with other instruments. We like to be with our own kind. |
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FRENCH HORN:
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Well, if it makes you feel any better, we're not exactly, how you say, "gaga" zat you're here eizer. We figured zis would be a solo gig, not one we'd have to share withozer instruments whose idea of fun is being hit!
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CYMBALS:
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We have you beat, measure for measure, anytime!
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BLOCKS:
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Speakin' of other instruments, look who's coming.
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(The
Strings enter.)
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CELLO 1:
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Violin 2, I told you we weren't the only instruments here.
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VIOLIN 2:
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I knew it was too good to be true, Cello 1.
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VIOLA:
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Too bad we have to be here with those inferior instruments.
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BARITONE:
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Inferior? Whaddaya mean "inferior"? We can be played inside OR outside.
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BASS:
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He said "inferior," not "interior." Don't you know anything, you metallic moron?
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BARITONE:
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Who you callin' a metallic moron, you high-strung hack!
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BASS:
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High-strung hack? Well I've never been so insulted in all my life.
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BARITONE:
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Well, then it's about time!
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TRUMPET 1:
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Yeah, three-four time, like a lot of the music they play!
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TRUMPET 2:
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Good one, Trumpet 1!
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TRUMPET 1:
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Thanks!
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Woodwinds
enter.)
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SAXOPHONE:
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Just a minute. What's going on here?
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CELLO 1:
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Baritone and the Trumpets were just being abusive. Typical Brass!
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BARITONE:
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Abusive? What about the things you've been saying about us?
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VIOLIN 1:
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Like what?
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CHIMES:
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Like what? You should've heard what Bass said.
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BASS:
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I was only telling the truth!
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SAXOPHONE:
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Just stop it. Why can't you get along? We're all instruments.
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