Record Producer: Alright! Oh please, stop that! Stop your singing! Stop your singing this instant, young man! I will not have this in my studio! That's just a terrible, terrible, terrible... terrible "That's Amore."
Dewey Cox: Um, maybe it was the wrong song choice. If you'd just let me play one of my songs that I wrote, I think you'd like it a whole lot better.
Record Producer: You have failed conclusively! It's over! And there is nothing that you can do, here in this room... that can turn that around. Nothing you can do that can make up for what you just did to "That's Amore."
Dewey Cox: Well, my mother liked it a whole lot--
Record Producer: Your mother was wrong! I was willing to open my mind because these Jewish gentlemen brought you in here. They usually have good taste and now here you are in front of me pretending you can sing, and I have to say today your performance has shaken my belief in the Jewish people.
Dewey Cox: Well, there is nothing I would like more than to restore your faith in Judaism right now, if you could just give me that shot.
Record Producer: I tell you you have failed so far, but if somehow you were able to sing a song that could bring these boys you haven't even met together and make something so personal and so new that the whole world takes notice and their lives were never the same again, but I'm telling you right now, I don't think it is going to happen.
