Evil Roy Slade:
Take that big fiddle out from between your legs. There are ladies present.
Cellist:
But sir...
Evil Roy Slade:
I don't want no trouble, you just tuck it up under your chin like a fiddle's 'sposed to be played... now!
[pulls gun]
Cellist:
Yes sir. Right now sir.
[trying to play cello like a giant violin & smiling]
Evil Roy Slade:
That's good.
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