You didn't want it bleeding into the recording? Well now my soul's bleeding.

The drumline sounds like they have the pulse of a giraffe in mud.

All right break's over! Everyone back on their heads!

I need another sax like I need another hole in my head.

We are playing through paws. If you go to the pms...gps program your going to be sick!

Drum Major(I don't know which): We have ten minutes.

Gaesser: I don't give a crap.

Larry: "I swear Curtis, I'm going to have to yell at you too!"

Mr.Gaesser: *EPIC SMIRK*

Quack bird cow moo. Thtll go in this part of the song

I didn't know Sax's could fly.

I'll be postive here... NO!

Lets start at measure 146, my birth weight.

Ok. lets start at measure 66 the numbers on my forehead.

"Your village called..."

To the Clarinets(last year): You have this giant hole, I could drive my car through this!

"Welcome to Hell."

"Hold my coffee"

"You're sounding a little long in the tooth."

" Everyone plays on the same channel except for you, you play on the suck channel the same one that colin plays on"

"You guys look like you were just with Jim Jones drinking Kool-Aid. You haven't heard of the Kool-Aid cult? A bunch of his followers drank Kool-Aid and died. No one ever makes a joke about it. Maybe it's because they're afraid of the punch-line." - Gaesser (During C Band)

You sound great! Or rather you will...

You guys sound like a bunch of drunk butterflies

Gong.

"Every night I lift a large bag of cheese-puffs and that's why I'm so buff!"

"You sound like burnt toast falling down stairs landing butter side down."