Flinchy: How about we have a concert?
Bull: You going senile or something? We did that already.
Flinchy: No, I mean with us playing. Friends and family could come.
Harry: Our families are all dead. We don’t like to talk about it.
Bull: And none of us can play anything
Starchild: I can play guitar...
Justin: ...if the rest of us fill in half the notes from our imaginations
Starchild: It’s interactive
Flinchy: Don’t be so modest anyway, Bull. You won that prize for your tuba.
Bull: What’s a tuba?
Justin: He’s completely self-taught. Doesn’t even know his instrument’s name.
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