The "what is coming out of your trumpet sir?!"
The "I drank too much water before this."
The "how you doin'?".
The plea to release the hostages.
"That one was a stretch."
The opera singer pointing out the assassin on the balcony.
The "I haven't seen you in ages".
The cry to the heavens.
The talk to the hand.
"You wanna see some moves? I got some moves."
"Are we ganging up on the trumpeter now? I can never keep track."
They were so sick of the trumpeter's antics, they made him face away from the rest of the band.
"I swear that wasn't me. I didn't even have beans today."
Detachable ears had their advantages, but if you didn't check they were there every few minutes, you'd be afraid you left them on the bus or something.
