Alex: Oh, my God, Mom, I think I got it. I've been lugging this thing around for ten years.
Claire: Okay. Well, you sure you don't want us to stay and- and hear you play?
Alex: Mm, that's okay.
Haley: Yeah, I agreed to dinner, not tickets to the Electric Light Dorkestra.
Claire: Don't be so mean to your sister.
Alex: No, that's our band's name.