Dewey Cox: "Let's do one more time. Okay, strings, lean into it. I want it real tangy this time. Now, Mike, you're flatting. Bushmen, make it sound like you're in the bleeping bush, okay? Alright, Fred, back off the goat on the second pre-chorus. I wanna hear his heart, not his soul. And, Sam, you go back to that thing you did yesterday on the bridge."
Sam: "That thing that sounded like velvet pancakes."
Dewey Cox: "Yeah, right."