M.N.: (sprays last bit of foam at sofa, and raises fire extinguisher, James Bond-style) Flames extinguished. I've got to run and get something. Be right back. (M.N. exits)
(Scooter sits down next to Richard, wincing)
Richard: How's the ankle?
Scooter: Hurts like I don't know what.
Richard: (playfully tousles Scooter's hair) Poor guy. Had I been in your shoes I'd have been making a lot more noise.
Scooter: (smiling wanly) As if you needed an excuse to make a lot of noise. I've read those stories about you entertaining the kids who came by the studio.
(M.N. re-enters, carrying a guitar case.)
M.N.: I need some musical therapy.
Floyd: Hey, are we finally going to get some tunes? Groovy!
(M.N. takes out guitar, tunes it up, thinks for a minute and starts playing "While My Guitar Gently Weeps.")
M.N.: It's my standard warm-up song whenever I practice. Take the lead, Floyd. Scooter, Richard, join me on the chorus, won't you?
(Floyd takes lead vocals. M.N., Scooter and Richard sing backup)
(Mr. Adler has left the room, and is recording observations about the whole group via a two-way mirror.)
Mr. Adler: I am going to be very well-paid for this session.