Progress?
Bunk: Hey, put that down!
Art: What are you doin', man?
Don: SILENCE, you fools! Don't you believe in PROGRESS?
Bunk: Take that progress and stick it under a ROCK
Don: We must overthrow the diatonic system
Art: Bullshit
Don: We're coming to the beginning of a NEW ERA wherein the development of the inner self will be the most important factor
Ian: Donnie, your music is full of shit, and besides that it ain't disciplined
Don: Listen...
Bunk: Give me four-four
Art: Togetherness
Bunk: Yeah
Ian: Some old melodies
Don: Look, playing...
Art: Put on a tie!
Don: Playing that kind of music and eating meat will never... you'll never be able to see my aura then
Art: I've seen your aura a lot, and it really stinks
Bunk: You've been drinking, Don
Ian: I can hear your aura and it's bad, man
Don: Listen, there are many strange things that science doesn't know
Art: Fuck it
Ian: Play any more...
Bunk: Discipline, you need discipline
Don: No...
Bunk: Four-four
Don: It's got to be new, it's got to progress, it's got to evolve. THERE MUST BE GROWTH!
Bunk: Ah, man. My goodness...
Don: You've got to eat macrobiotic food
(FZ: We're doing a play.)
Don: And study astrology. Delve into the occult world
Ian: Well you can delve all you want but we're formin' a new group... go, go and do you some yoga exercises
Don: Look...
Ian: Take care of business there
Don: Mark my words... If you continue playing this music something strange may happen
Bunk: Don't threaten me...
Don: By the end of the first show... No, the second show
FZ: So, at this point in the development of our plot the three talented members of the Mothers of Invention have quit the group to form their own band with a lot of discipline
Art: Yeah
FZ: This is what we need, it's a nice disciplined combo!
FZ: And so that they would be completely packaged and fit in with the rest of the disciplined combo, the former members of the Mothers of Invention receive their initiation into the robot musical world
Don: This makes me nervous, I'm gonna go do some yoga
Ian: Yeah, you'd better
FZ: Meanwhile, Dom DeWild, under pressure, prepares to unwind with some healthy yoga exercises
FZ: This is Euclid Motorhead Sherwood
Motorhead: What's the matter with him?
Ian: He's nervous 'cause he couldn't play with our new group
Motorhead: Oh, that's nice, look at all those suits
FZ: Motorhead covets the uniforms of the other band. And also shows some interest in the bum of Underwood
Ian: Ayyyy!
Motorhead: Hey, ten years ago I knew a lot of guys that had suits like these. They're really nice. Hey, can I play in the band and get a suit like that too?
Ian: No!
Motorhead: But I like the suits and I can play good. I can play... I can play anything
Ensemble: BOO! BOO! BOO!
FZ: Motorhead is lying. He can't play good, he can't play anything. He's trying to con his way into the other band. He knows they don't want him
Bunk: I heard you play before
Motorhead: But I got practicing and play good
Ian: No discipline
FZ: He's lying. He hasn't been practicing, he doesn't do shit
Bunk: Ask me, you couldn't even count to four
Art: Come on, beat it, man
Motorhead: You can't do that to me, I'll fix you
Art: Go ahead
Motorhead: I'll get into your band. I'll get into your band
Bunk: Okay Motorhead, just get out of the way
Motorhead: You can't stop me, I'll get in there somehow
Ian: Take a walk, you fruit
Motorhead: There's no way you can stop me, I bet ya!
FZ: Motorhead explains to the members of the Robot Combo that nothing can stop him, he will join their group whether they like it or not