Steve Smith:
Guys, we have a great set list for our first band practice.
Pony:
Sweet. So, let me demo my song. [chuckles]
Frank Smith:
One. Stop getting us burritos, okay? And, two [chuckles] You're not in the band.
Pony:
Whatever. Listen to this. [singing] You grow little belly when you go through some sh*t, go through some sh*t, go through some sh*t. You grow a little belly when you go through some sh*t, but the homies just say you thick.
Steve Smith:
Yeah, Pony. We can't have a girl in the band.
Baby Cakes:
It defeats its own purpose.
Steve Smith:
It defeats its own purpose. If girls in the audience see a girl onstage...
Frank Smith:
They will think she's the girlfriend of one of us...
Baby Cakes:
At least. Mmm. And then they'll go f*** some guy at the bar.
Pony:
Look, just teach me to play keyboard and I'll wear a hood and --
Steve Smith:
Pony, god. L-Look. I'm sorry, but, no, okay? I don't want to have to teach you something else. First, I taught you Excel, then History. Now music? Come on.
Pony:
No, you look. You always tell me what I can't do. Well, guess what -- I quit! [drops the burrito] I'm gonna go T.A. for someone who doesn't make me feel bad! [leaves]
[Baby Cakes grabs Pony's half-eaten burrito that she dropped it on the floor]
Baby Cakes:
[to Steve] I got a few to add here.
