Micky: Oh, Peter! You had to screw it up! GOD! DAMNIT! SHIT! FUCK! Son of a BITCH! JUST! PERFECT! Peter: You know, we're taking- We're still taking. Micky: Oh! We'll cut him off, we'll just cut off the track. Mike: No, don't cut off the track, it was groovy when he goes ♪dee de deedle dada dee♪. Chip Douglas: It was a cooking track. Micky: Yeah, except it- we should all end the same. We all knew it was happening except you, Peter. Mike: [guitar lick] Micky: Always gotta add your oooooown thing.













