(exasperated) (Yawns) So tired of people in the private sector- Look, every business has an initial investment, okay? Everybody have birthdays and they all need to sing.
(sighs, grabs ledger) Well, I guess we'll start with travel. Zach, as you well know, traveled by a train of white stallions...which I had to buy and feed... and of course, you know the snow machine-
Zakk, my man! I've been looking all over- thank God you stopped by! (Zakk lifts up his guitar, pointing the "axe" end toward shake's head) No, no.... PUT THAT DOWN! (Zakk lodges the axe between Shake's eyes) AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!! GOD!!!!
Kids are comin' to see the Black Mountain Scorpion Hoedown Blugrass Experience Gang, featuring Zakk Wylde on washtub bass. Zakk, did we not do the soundcheck?
Yeah... um, I was driven here by the villagers... when I was doing 30 in a 25... and, uhm, I guess when I say villagers, it's more like this one guy... I really didn't know him.. but- eh, I knew him, but it's not like we were buds or anything.
Do a number? Yeah, I bet you do a number, in your tights on broadway, which is where you moved to after ya left Texas Chainsaw Mascara, where you're from!
[To Frylock] Great, look who just ruined Halloween... You know you're like the A-bomb, everyone's laughing having a good time and you show up BOOM! Everything's dead!
