Bret Gives Up The Dream

Jemaine:Found groceries on the street - 'Someone didn't want it'

Bret:I was gonna spit it out, but I think I'll just eat it. We're poor, man.

Your toothbrush jar and a camera phone

Bret:You want to sit down but you've sold your chair

Jemaine:So you... you just stand there

Bret:Hey, man, I just want some muesli

Bret:Considering secondhand underpants

Jemaine:What happened to those other underpants you had?

So you think maybe you'll be a prostitute

Just to pay for your lessons, you're learning the flute

Jemaine:Ladies wouldn't pay you very much for this

Bret:Looks like you'll never be a concert flautist

Bret:Ladies wouldn't pay you very much for this

Bret:Looks like you'll never be a concert flautist

Murray:50 brushes now. Pretty impressive, huh?

Bret:'$4? I thought we had $10?'

Murray:'This box cost $6.'

Murray:The bag was useless, Bret. It had a great big hole in it. Must have lost about $20 out of that bag.

Murray:Murray calculating his 12% management fee from $4.27 and getting confused

Murray:It is my last $50. Till Thursday, I mean, you know. Getting paid again, but...

Murray:I've got so many mousepads at home because of your bad idea, Bret

Murray:I've lined Toby's kennel with them. He keeps eating them. I tried to waterproof the kitchen.

Murray:I've just got a couple of businessmen here

Everybody knows you manage a band during office hours, Murray.

Greg:I wear that T-shirt all the time.

Bret:Sounds like something a lamppost could do

Eddie:You're sign material. This guy overthinks things... You cannot.

Eddie:What if a wind comes and blows it away? You ever think of that, Enrico Fermi?

Bret's confusion about 'booties' vs 'boobies' - thinking of baby boots

Jemaine:Yeah, shut up, Bret

Jemaine:Jemaine's elaborate free time schedule - sitting and light reading

Murray:You're not working, you're just holding a sign.

Bret:This is my work. Get out of here.

Bret · Murray:Chicken-egg circular logic about jobs vs gigs

Murray:The chicken, obviously.

Well, where did the chicken come from?

Murray:Oh.

Murray:You're the egg. You're a bad egg... You've derailed this meeting with another obscure comment.

Murray:You'd expect three sauces for that, wouldn't you?

Eddie:People who hold signs go on to hold many things

Coco:Brit like... like Brittany?

Coco:There's Vikings there, right?

Bret:She's so hot she's making me sexist. Bitch.

Bret:Boom King song - entire performance

Murray:Imagine that, a whole fence made out of toothbrushes. Over 50 toothbrushes.

Maxwell:Got Ayer's Rock, mate. Big huge rock.

Murray:We've got a big... smaller rocks.

Maxwell:Is this your band, Murray? A guy and a tape? Classic.

Song lyrics substituting 'boobies' for 'booties' and babies shaking booties

Murray:There's very little difference between you and the tape, I noticed.

Murray:You're fired.

Jemaine:Wait, Murray, that's not what we planned.

Murray:No, 'cause you ruined my bluff. The whole bluff thing.

Mel:All your fans are gonna be devastated.

Bret:There's just you, Mel.

Mel:Yeah.

Mel:Mel's sexual description of Bret's sign skills

Mel:So, when's your next gig?

Jemaine:Oh, we've got a big one coming up. Really big. Corporate event. They're flying us out, putting us up in a hotel.

Mel:Really? That's great!

Jemaine:Yeah, it's gonna be huge.

Mel:The car could just burst into flames right now and this would be the way to go

Murray:Don't stand next to any big magnets.

Jemaine:Why would I stand next to big magnets, Murray?

Tape getting tangled in zipper and Murray's '80s fix attempt

Jemaine:Does this mean I'm not in a band anymore?

Bret:I've grown up. I've got a job. I've got a career. I drink coffee now.

Bret:Oh God, yuck.

Jemaine:You've given up the dream, Bret!

Bret:I've woken up.

Bret:I thought you'd prefer the signs.

Coco:No, I prefer bands.

Eddie:It's not about talent. You're not the talented one. But you do look very similar.