Gayleen: I have a fever, and the only thing that can cure it is more… actually, I do have a fever. Where’s my amoxicillin?
Gayleen: I want to hear that track reverbed to hell and back.
Chris: That’s a long way.
Gayleen: Okay, halfway back.
*Chris reverbs track. Computer generates screwy digital artifact.*
Chris: That’s the problem with reverbing things to hell. You never come back alone.
Gayleen: Daniel Lanois uses accordians.
Chris: A lot of people do it. That doesn’t make it right.
Gayleen: That’s starting to sound epic over there. And Russian.
Chris: Like Dr. Zhavago?
Gayleen: God, no.
Chris: Too bad. Because that’s what I’m going for.
Gayleen: Can you give my voice balls?
Chris: You’re still going to sound like a girl.
Chris: Now’s what we call “David Foster time.”
Gayleen: We don’t call it–
Chris: Or Timbaland time.
Gayleen: No.
Gayleen (listening to misaligned tracks): I’m not sure I could walk a straight line while listening to that.
Julie (spotting an empty energy drink can by the computer): Is that what I think it is? Oh, no. These have been banned from the house. (to Gayleen) He was drinking them all the time after Jason was born. One after the other. He went a little craaaaaazy.
Chris (after finishing his vocals on a duet): Batter up.
Gayleen: One base on an overthrow.
Chris: Five runs an inning.
Gayleen: That is a pussy rule. That is for tee-ball.
