“Jesus, Brian.”

“Shut up, Roger. This is what Freddie would have wanted.”

“Can he even sing?”

“Little bit.”

“I see what you did there.”

“Because that’s what he says.”


“Little bit, little bit.”

“I said that I got it.”

“It’ll be great, Roger. He’s got to be a better singer than Paul Rodgers.”

“What were we thinking?”

“No idea. Not our finest moment.”

“Brian, there’s got to be someone out there who can sing, and wear wacky outfits, and enjoys joining bands.”

“Oh, God, it’s come to this.”

“I’m sure he has already has a leotard, Roger.”

“Oh, go talk to your badgers.”