Frank

Don:
You play C, F and G?

Jon Burroughs:
Yeah.

Don:
You're in.

Frank:
[singing] Stale beer. Fat f***ed, smoked out. Cowpoked. Sequined mountain ladies. I love your wall. Put your arms around me. Fiddly digits, itchy britches. I love you all.

Frank:
Saddle up / Secure the galactic perimeters / Weak and strong, nuclear bombs / Now what's together / Will soon come apart / When it's all over / No back to the start

[During a show, Frank falls to the floor in pain]

Jon Burroughs:
What's wrong?

Frank:
[strained] Your music's sh*t...

Clara:
I'm not playing the f***ing ukulele.

Frank:
We'll have many productive seasons here.

Jon Burroughs:
Wow, this is beautiful. What do you call it?

Clara:
Stay away from my f***ing theremin.

Frank:
Yes... it's like an aviary! You're birds... rock. You're a cormorant... mana... moorhen! Clara - the owl, night-hunter, silent killer.

[to Jon]

Frank:
What have we got here? Lay an egg for me, little ginger bird. Lay an egg!

Jon Burroughs:
He said I was cherishable, and he picked me to join the band.

Clara:
You are fingers being told which keys to push.

Jon Burroughs:
I push my own keys...

Clara:
Ten little bits of bone and skin.

Jon Burroughs:
And I'm perfectly capable of going to my furthest corners and composing music.

Clara:
Your furthest corners?

Jon Burroughs:
My furthest corners.

Clara:
Someone needs to punch you in the face.

Clara:
You are a mediocre child.

Frank:
Hey Don. Hey, partner. I remember you saying the desert here was your favorite place in the whole world. After Sea World San Diego... I know you were homesick, Don. I know there were times you wanted to come back here, but you didn't because of me. Well, you're home now, Don. I promise those sacrifices you made won't be in vain. Jon has foretold of a night, some nights from now, when thanks to Secret Camera, legions a-and multitudes of already adoring fans shall gather - and they shall receive our music in rapture!

Jon Burroughs:
Can I ask you something?

Frank:
Sure.

Jon Burroughs:
Why do you wear that?

Frank:
...do you think it's weird?

Jon Burroughs:
Kinda.

Frank:
Well, normal faces are weird, too. You know, the way they're smooth... smooth... smooth... and blech! You know? All bumpy and holes, I mean, what are eyes like? It's like a science fiction movie. Don't get me started on lips. Like the edges of a severe wound.

Jon Burroughs:
That's true. But your head is still sort of intimidating.

Frank:
Well, underneath it I'm giving you a welcoming smile. Would it help if I said my facial expressions out loud?

Jon Burroughs:
Well... maybe.

Frank:
Welcoming smile.

Frank:
[after improvising Lone Standing Tuft] It's silly.

Jon Burroughs:
Frank... that's amazing.

Frank:
Flattered grin. Followed by bashful half-smile.

Frank:
We were in the forest like secret squirrels, and now we're likable! We're - we're so like... nnnnng... hmmm... it's gonna be huge! Jon fixed everything! You gotta come see us tomorrow night, I promise nothing bad'll happen to you!

Clara:
Let's go take a walk.

Frank:
I'm incredibly happy to be here! I'm fine! I'm relaxed!

Frank:
[calming Don, who is hyperventilating] Easy, Don. Start again, from the beginning. Patient smile.

Clara:
Stop saying your facial expressions out loud. It's extremely annoying.

Frank:
Lips pursed together as if to say "Enough frivolity" - today, we begin work on the album in earnest.

Jon Burroughs:
What goes on inside that head... inside that head?

Frank:
[singing] Coca cola, lipstick ringo/Dance all night, dance all night/I've got dancing legs, woo!/I'VE GOT DANCING LEGS!/They won't stop me dancing/No, they won't stop me dancing/Kiss me, just kiss me/Kiss me, Nefertiti/Just the way you like it/Just the way you like it/Kiss me, kiss me/Lipstick kiss me lipstick ringo that's the way you like it!

Jon Burroughs:
[narration] Despite all the hardships I have suffered here, something inside me is beginning to stir. I've come to realize that this is my Bluff, Kansas. That here in Vetno, I have found my abusive childhood, my mental hospital. That which pushes me to my furthest corners.