07x25 - Garage Band
Posted: 12/16/23 15:09
[both snickering]
[rock music]
♪ ♪
- Just look at you.
You've done it all.
How did you get started?
- I just got a couple of my buds together
and we practiced in someone's garage.
And we picked our band name, played some local clubs.
- Rock on.
So what do you like most about being a rock star?
- Oh, partying with naked chicks, man.
- Whoa, heh-heh.
Hey, Beavis, we need to become a band.
Heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.
But you always say that, and then we get all excited
like we're going to start a band, and then we go outside,
and, you know, like, we just, like, heh,
start breaking stuff, and then it never happens.
Heh-heh-heh. - Uh, well, heh-heh,
we should do like that dude and just, like,
go hang out in a garage.
Heh-heh-heh. - Oh, yeah, yeah, heh-heh.
[clattering]
[grunting]
- Heh-heh-heh. - [grunting and snickering]
- Hey, hey, what--what is all this racket?
Oh, Beavis and Butt-Head.
Please don't kick my garage, okay?
- Uh, we need, like, a garage or something.
Heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, we wanna rock, yeah.
Heh-heh-heh. - We're gonna be a band.
Heh-heh-heh, heh-heh. - Ah, starting a garage band.
Great idea, guys.
Music can be a really positive outlet
for all your youthful energy.
Here, let me show you a couple of chords
on my guitar to help you get started.
Chords are the basis of all rock music, okay?
Now, this is an A chord.
You just put three fingers there and...
♪ ♪
[hums]
Isn't that nice?
- Uh, that sucks, heh-heh-heh.
- And here's a G.
♪ ♪ [hums]
- The G sucks, too, heh-heh-heh-heh.
- What the hell is this crap?
This isn't music.
Heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, really, heh-heh.
Where's the smoke machine, heh-heh, and the pyrotechnics?
Heh-heh. - [sighs]
Now, guys, it does take hard work
and practice to be a musician.
Well, I see you're eager to get started.
Why don't you jam out on a few chords?
I'll check back with you in a little bit.
Okay? Have fun.
- Um, heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.
- Come on, dumbass, play it!
Heh-heh-heh. - Um, here, check this out.
Heh-heh, get that, heh, heh-heh.
Hey-ya!
[screams] [plays discordantly]
You're gonna die!
[imitating electric guitar]
- Whoa, heh-heh-heh.
That was cool, Beavis.
Heh-heh-heh. - Whoo, heh-heh-heh.
Heh-heh-heh, heh-heh-heh. - We're, like, on our way.
Heh-heh, heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, rock, heh-heh-heh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Heh-heh-heh.
Heh, rah!
Heh-heh-heh, yeah, heh-heh-heh.
[glass shattering]
[car engine rumbling]
- Heh-heh-heh. - Heh-heh-heh.
[imitating electric guitar] - Heh-heh-heh.
Heh, heh-heh-heh. - [imitating electric guitar]
- Heh-heh, heh-heh-heh.
- Heh. - Can I help you kids?
- Uh, we're, like, a band. Heh-heh-heh.
- Oh, you must have read the sign.
But what do you play?
- Uh, we're, uh, a band?
Heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, yeah, heh-heh, yeah.
Check this one out, heh.
[imitating electric guitar]
Heh, yeah, heh-heh-heh.
- All right.
I'm kind of new to this.
What's the name of your band?
- Uh, uh, heh-heh. - Um, heh, um, heh-heh-heh.
- You mean, like, AC/DC?
Heh-heh-heh. - Oh, yeah, yeah, or, heh.
Or Metallica, yeah, yeah. Heh, that's a cool name.
- Metallica.
Oh, that has a nice ring to it.
And what are your names?
- Um, heh-heh, Beavis.
Heh-heh-heh. - Uh, heh-heh, Butt-Head.
Heh-heh-heh.
- Metallica featuring Beavis and Nut-Head.
- Uh, no.
Heh-heh-heh. - Okay,
you kids got yourself a concert.
See you tonight.
- Yes!
Heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, yeah, heh-heh-heh.
[imitating air guitar]
Cool, heh-heh-heh.
We're Metallica, featuring Beavis and Butt-head.
Heh-heh-heh, yeah, yeah, heh.
- Uh, that doesn't sound right.
It should be, like, Butt-Head and Beavis.
Beavis and Butt-Head sounds stupid.
Heh-heh. - Oh, yeah, yeah, heh.
No, no, heh.
I kind of like Beavis and Butt-Head, yeah, heh.
I don't know, it just sounds right, heh-heh-heh-heh.
- Damn it, Beavis, this is my band.
My name comes first.
Don't you, like, want to be a hit?
Heh-heh-heh. - No way!
Heh, if you hit me, I'm gonna kick you in the nads!
- Yeah, try it and I'll beat the living crap out of you.
Heh-heh.
Damn it, this band isn't working.
It's like, we don't, like, uh, communicate or something?
Heh-heh-heh. - Um, heh, what?
Heh-heh-heh.
- Uh, I don't know, what? Heh-heh.
- Oh, what the hell are you talking about?
- Uh, I don't know.
You're just a butt-knocker, heh-heh-heh.
- Don't call me a butt-knocker, you son of a b*tch!
Heh-heh-heh-heh.
- This band sucks.
I'm gonna get out of here.
Heh-heh.
- Heh, oh, yeah, yeah, heh.
Yeah, I'm gonna get out of here.
This sucks. Heh-heh-heh-heh.
[horns honking]
[crowd hooting]
- Okay, simmer down, and why don't you all just behave?
- Where's Metallica? - [whistling]
- Okay, quiet, shush.
Now, Metallica should be here at any moment now.
I don't know exactly what the problem is,
but--but I talked to Metallica and--and Nut-Head,
and they were here in the hotel.
[quiet rock music]
- Well, now that it's all over,
I don't miss the band or the money.
I miss the chicks.
- Heh-heh, what a wuss.
- Heh-heh, remember, like, when we were a band,
you know, heh-heh, back in the day?
Heh-heh-heh-heh.
- Uh, you mean, like, today?
Heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, heh.
We rocked, heh-heh.
We had money and naked chicks,
and people would come up to us and say,
"Hey, man, how's it going?
Yeah, heh-heh, you guys are great."
Heh-heh. - Uh,
what the hell are you talking about, Beavis?
That didn't happen.
Heh-heh-heh. - Heh.
Oh, yeah, yeah, heh, yeah, it didn't, did it? Heh.
- I wouldn't worry, just, you know,
play it easy, calm down, and--
hey, no, get--get off the stage, okay?
Oh, ow! [mic feedback]
[impact thuds] Ow, ow, ow, ooh!
[heavy metal music] Okay, hey, oh!
Ow, get down!
[Soundgarden's "Black Hole Sun" plays]
- It is in these hills that Juan Valdez
and his trusty goat gather coffee beans every morning.
Heh-heh, heh-heh. - Heh-heh-heh, yeah, heh-heh.
- Heh-heh-heh. - ♪ In my eyes ♪
♪ Indisposed ♪
♪ In disguises no one knows ♪ - Heh-heh-heh.
- Heh-heh-heh, heh-heh.
- Look at that guy's face.
Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh. - Heh-heh-heh, yeah.
Heh-heh-heh.
I can make a face like that.
Check this out. - Heh.
- Heh-heh.
- Hm, heh-heh, heh-heh-heh-heh.
Um, that wasn't very good, Butt-Head.
[screams]
- Whoa, heh-heh-heh. - Heh-heh-heh.
That was scary, man, heh-heh.
- Yeah, that scared the bejesus out of me.
Heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, heh-heh.
Aww. - Yeah.
Heh-heh-heh. - Hm-hm-heh-heh-heh-heh.
- Aww, uh, heh-heh-heh. - Heh-heh.
- Heh-heh-heh-heh, heh-heh. - Heh-heh-heh, heh-heh-heh.
- ♪ Black hole sun, won't you come ♪
- Black hole sun, heh-heh-heh.
Black hole?
- Heh-heh-heh. - Heh-heh-heh, hole?
- Heh-heh-heh. - Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.
- Black hole?
Heh-heh-heh. - Um, heh.
Hey, Butt-Head, what is a black hole?
Heh-heh-heh. - Uh,
it's sort of like a bunghole,
but it's like in outer--
- Whoa, Butt-Head, check it out,
that's that chick from Whale, remember?
That hobo-slumping hobo sl*t, um, heh, remember?
- Shut up, Beavis, I was explaining something!
Heh-heh-heh. - Oh, oh, okay, heh.
- So, like, the black hole is like
this giant bunghole in outer space.
Heh-heh-heh. - Oh, yeah, heh-heh.
- That's, like, it sucks up the whole universe.
And then it's, like, it grinds it up and, like,
sends it all to hell or something.
Heh-heh-heh. - Whoa, really?
Heh-heh, that's cool. Heh-heh-heh.
So like, um, how do you know all this stuff?
- From watching "Star Trek," bunghole.
Heh-heh-heh. - Oh, yeah, yeah, heh-heh.
[rock music]
♪ ♪
[rock music]
♪ ♪
- Just look at you.
You've done it all.
How did you get started?
- I just got a couple of my buds together
and we practiced in someone's garage.
And we picked our band name, played some local clubs.
- Rock on.
So what do you like most about being a rock star?
- Oh, partying with naked chicks, man.
- Whoa, heh-heh.
Hey, Beavis, we need to become a band.
Heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.
But you always say that, and then we get all excited
like we're going to start a band, and then we go outside,
and, you know, like, we just, like, heh,
start breaking stuff, and then it never happens.
Heh-heh-heh. - Uh, well, heh-heh,
we should do like that dude and just, like,
go hang out in a garage.
Heh-heh-heh. - Oh, yeah, yeah, heh-heh.
[clattering]
[grunting]
- Heh-heh-heh. - [grunting and snickering]
- Hey, hey, what--what is all this racket?
Oh, Beavis and Butt-Head.
Please don't kick my garage, okay?
- Uh, we need, like, a garage or something.
Heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, we wanna rock, yeah.
Heh-heh-heh. - We're gonna be a band.
Heh-heh-heh, heh-heh. - Ah, starting a garage band.
Great idea, guys.
Music can be a really positive outlet
for all your youthful energy.
Here, let me show you a couple of chords
on my guitar to help you get started.
Chords are the basis of all rock music, okay?
Now, this is an A chord.
You just put three fingers there and...
♪ ♪
[hums]
Isn't that nice?
- Uh, that sucks, heh-heh-heh.
- And here's a G.
♪ ♪ [hums]
- The G sucks, too, heh-heh-heh-heh.
- What the hell is this crap?
This isn't music.
Heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, really, heh-heh.
Where's the smoke machine, heh-heh, and the pyrotechnics?
Heh-heh. - [sighs]
Now, guys, it does take hard work
and practice to be a musician.
Well, I see you're eager to get started.
Why don't you jam out on a few chords?
I'll check back with you in a little bit.
Okay? Have fun.
- Um, heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.
- Come on, dumbass, play it!
Heh-heh-heh. - Um, here, check this out.
Heh-heh, get that, heh, heh-heh.
Hey-ya!
[screams] [plays discordantly]
You're gonna die!
[imitating electric guitar]
- Whoa, heh-heh-heh.
That was cool, Beavis.
Heh-heh-heh. - Whoo, heh-heh-heh.
Heh-heh-heh, heh-heh-heh. - We're, like, on our way.
Heh-heh, heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, rock, heh-heh-heh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Heh-heh-heh.
Heh, rah!
Heh-heh-heh, yeah, heh-heh-heh.
[glass shattering]
[car engine rumbling]
- Heh-heh-heh. - Heh-heh-heh.
[imitating electric guitar] - Heh-heh-heh.
Heh, heh-heh-heh. - [imitating electric guitar]
- Heh-heh, heh-heh-heh.
- Heh. - Can I help you kids?
- Uh, we're, like, a band. Heh-heh-heh.
- Oh, you must have read the sign.
But what do you play?
- Uh, we're, uh, a band?
Heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, yeah, heh-heh, yeah.
Check this one out, heh.
[imitating electric guitar]
Heh, yeah, heh-heh-heh.
- All right.
I'm kind of new to this.
What's the name of your band?
- Uh, uh, heh-heh. - Um, heh, um, heh-heh-heh.
- You mean, like, AC/DC?
Heh-heh-heh. - Oh, yeah, yeah, or, heh.
Or Metallica, yeah, yeah. Heh, that's a cool name.
- Metallica.
Oh, that has a nice ring to it.
And what are your names?
- Um, heh-heh, Beavis.
Heh-heh-heh. - Uh, heh-heh, Butt-Head.
Heh-heh-heh.
- Metallica featuring Beavis and Nut-Head.
- Uh, no.
Heh-heh-heh. - Okay,
you kids got yourself a concert.
See you tonight.
- Yes!
Heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, yeah, heh-heh-heh.
[imitating air guitar]
Cool, heh-heh-heh.
We're Metallica, featuring Beavis and Butt-head.
Heh-heh-heh, yeah, yeah, heh.
- Uh, that doesn't sound right.
It should be, like, Butt-Head and Beavis.
Beavis and Butt-Head sounds stupid.
Heh-heh. - Oh, yeah, yeah, heh.
No, no, heh.
I kind of like Beavis and Butt-Head, yeah, heh.
I don't know, it just sounds right, heh-heh-heh-heh.
- Damn it, Beavis, this is my band.
My name comes first.
Don't you, like, want to be a hit?
Heh-heh-heh. - No way!
Heh, if you hit me, I'm gonna kick you in the nads!
- Yeah, try it and I'll beat the living crap out of you.
Heh-heh.
Damn it, this band isn't working.
It's like, we don't, like, uh, communicate or something?
Heh-heh-heh. - Um, heh, what?
Heh-heh-heh.
- Uh, I don't know, what? Heh-heh.
- Oh, what the hell are you talking about?
- Uh, I don't know.
You're just a butt-knocker, heh-heh-heh.
- Don't call me a butt-knocker, you son of a b*tch!
Heh-heh-heh-heh.
- This band sucks.
I'm gonna get out of here.
Heh-heh.
- Heh, oh, yeah, yeah, heh.
Yeah, I'm gonna get out of here.
This sucks. Heh-heh-heh-heh.
[horns honking]
[crowd hooting]
- Okay, simmer down, and why don't you all just behave?
- Where's Metallica? - [whistling]
- Okay, quiet, shush.
Now, Metallica should be here at any moment now.
I don't know exactly what the problem is,
but--but I talked to Metallica and--and Nut-Head,
and they were here in the hotel.
[quiet rock music]
- Well, now that it's all over,
I don't miss the band or the money.
I miss the chicks.
- Heh-heh, what a wuss.
- Heh-heh, remember, like, when we were a band,
you know, heh-heh, back in the day?
Heh-heh-heh-heh.
- Uh, you mean, like, today?
Heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, heh.
We rocked, heh-heh.
We had money and naked chicks,
and people would come up to us and say,
"Hey, man, how's it going?
Yeah, heh-heh, you guys are great."
Heh-heh. - Uh,
what the hell are you talking about, Beavis?
That didn't happen.
Heh-heh-heh. - Heh.
Oh, yeah, yeah, heh, yeah, it didn't, did it? Heh.
- I wouldn't worry, just, you know,
play it easy, calm down, and--
hey, no, get--get off the stage, okay?
Oh, ow! [mic feedback]
[impact thuds] Ow, ow, ow, ooh!
[heavy metal music] Okay, hey, oh!
Ow, get down!
[Soundgarden's "Black Hole Sun" plays]
- It is in these hills that Juan Valdez
and his trusty goat gather coffee beans every morning.
Heh-heh, heh-heh. - Heh-heh-heh, yeah, heh-heh.
- Heh-heh-heh. - ♪ In my eyes ♪
♪ Indisposed ♪
♪ In disguises no one knows ♪ - Heh-heh-heh.
- Heh-heh-heh, heh-heh.
- Look at that guy's face.
Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh. - Heh-heh-heh, yeah.
Heh-heh-heh.
I can make a face like that.
Check this out. - Heh.
- Heh-heh.
- Hm, heh-heh, heh-heh-heh-heh.
Um, that wasn't very good, Butt-Head.
[screams]
- Whoa, heh-heh-heh. - Heh-heh-heh.
That was scary, man, heh-heh.
- Yeah, that scared the bejesus out of me.
Heh-heh-heh. - Yeah, heh-heh.
Aww. - Yeah.
Heh-heh-heh. - Hm-hm-heh-heh-heh-heh.
- Aww, uh, heh-heh-heh. - Heh-heh.
- Heh-heh-heh-heh, heh-heh. - Heh-heh-heh, heh-heh-heh.
- ♪ Black hole sun, won't you come ♪
- Black hole sun, heh-heh-heh.
Black hole?
- Heh-heh-heh. - Heh-heh-heh, hole?
- Heh-heh-heh. - Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.
- Black hole?
Heh-heh-heh. - Um, heh.
Hey, Butt-Head, what is a black hole?
Heh-heh-heh. - Uh,
it's sort of like a bunghole,
but it's like in outer--
- Whoa, Butt-Head, check it out,
that's that chick from Whale, remember?
That hobo-slumping hobo sl*t, um, heh, remember?
- Shut up, Beavis, I was explaining something!
Heh-heh-heh. - Oh, oh, okay, heh.
- So, like, the black hole is like
this giant bunghole in outer space.
Heh-heh-heh. - Oh, yeah, heh-heh.
- That's, like, it sucks up the whole universe.
And then it's, like, it grinds it up and, like,
sends it all to hell or something.
Heh-heh-heh. - Whoa, really?
Heh-heh, that's cool. Heh-heh-heh.
So like, um, how do you know all this stuff?
- From watching "Star Trek," bunghole.
Heh-heh-heh. - Oh, yeah, yeah, heh-heh.
[rock music]
♪ ♪