"On your right… the factory that produced our hibachi barbecue. Sally loved vegetable kebab…"

"Whatever happened to just playing music? What happened to band being fun? Ellen, what about those two hydrogen atoms? Two lonely elements needing each other to fulfill… their-their destiny!"

"Now look what you made me do! I have to start all over again. Pete, would you please go? I have to concentrate."

"It’s just… I haven’t seen you in such a long time… I mean, seen seen you. I miss you, Ellen. I miss doing things together.”

"Pete, the championship’s in two days. Things are different. I’m a dot now."

I had to snap Ellen out of it before it was too late. I found her the Saturday before the championship practicing the now-legendary Sliding S.

"Ellen? Ellen! We need to talk."

"I can’t now, Pete. I’m having a problem with the belly curve."

My plan had backfired. Within days, whatever resistance we had left had been completely drilled out of us. We were just puppets, and Markle the vile puppeteer. 

"Nice going, Pete."

"Yeah, thanks."

"One kid ruined the championship for all of us. And maybe I should punish only him, but you’re a team. You march together, you practice together and now thanks to him, you’ll suffer together."

"One day you’ll look back and ask, ‘What did my life amount to? What did I accomplish?’

"And you will remember this championship, when you could have won a place history, and you’ll say… ‘No. No, no, no, no! My life meant nothing!’"

As Artie launched into the Diesel Jerk, Markle was busy formulating a diabolical scheme to regain control of the band and snatch Ellen away from me forever.