BEEF-Man tu better get yourself a castrato for this.
It’s a little out of my range.
SWAN-Something bothering you, Beef?
BEEF-This was scored for a chick! I'm not doing it in drag.
SWAN-You can sing it better than any bitch.
BEEF-You don't know how right tu are, Goliath. Okay, boys, from the bridge. Hit it. (Beef sings part of “Old Souls”) Who says I can't sing it?
SWAN-I like it. Keep working on it. Drop an octave here,
change a line there. Make it completely yours.
BEEF-Far out. (Goes back and looks over the music.) Doesn't that kinda change the whole thing?
PHILIBIN-You heard him. Make it yours. If it sounds
good, nobody will care what it's about?
BEEF-Is that so?
PHILIBIN-Nobody cares what anything’s about.
BEEF-ls that right?
PHILIBIN-Who listens to lyrics anyway?
BEEF-Dry up, tubbo.