Yeah.

Whoa smokestack.

Just on the guitar.

What's your name here?

What?

Sir?

Do it well, behave yourself.

Shut up.

I think you are playing that loud.

Uh Yeah.

Lower than I am not the guitar.

The amp.

Get it right.

You don't talk to him no more.

I'm the band leader.

Reckon You Ain't never worked with one before.

You want something done?

You asked me.

I'm gonna tell him what he has to be doing.

All right.

Yeah, that's right.

Only thing you can do.

It could be motherfucker idea.

Shit.

You know?

Alright, don't get your coat.

Okay babe, take two.

Hey baby.

Mhm.

Would you stay for get your girl out of the ring?

Mm hmm.

Whoa smokestack.

And then, No, that's all right.

You can have a baby.

What's he going with this?

Can't hear your mother.

I guarantee you hear me?

Oh yeah.

Oh.

Mhm.

Oh, tell me.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Angel.

Come here.

Stay in as I want you to tell you that you're paying twice.

Wolf painting.

He's such a bad leader.

See if the band leader nothing to hold on to it boy.

He was the big bad wolf.

Now the story is he got his name from a dead man who came out the cemetery and tuned his guitar and he'd been hiding at the moon ever since you stop your train.

Oh mm.

Yeah.