Ron Swanson: Can I help you?
Andy: Maybe. I was out at the jazz club last night scouting bands for the unity concert. And I saw something very interesting.
Ron Swanson: [closes door with remote] I am Duke Silver.
Andy: You have a twin brother.
Both: What?
Ron Swanson: I have a twin brother.
Andy: You are Duke Silver?
Ron Swanson: Yes, I am Duke Silver. [Andy laughs] The only other people who know are Tom and April. So, please, keep it to yourself.
Andy: Are you kidding me? You are really good! You are, like, the saxophone player for the California-raisins-good. No joke. You know what? I'm booking you... for the unity concert.
Ron Swanson: Absolutely not. My musical career is private. If my secret got out, this office would be waist-deep in women's undergarments.
Andy: No, I'm in charge of booking the bands for the concert, and I say, you're in. You're gonna play right after Bobby Knight Ranger. It's a night ranger cover band where they only wear read sweaters. It's gonna be epic!

Ron Swanson: It's time for you to move up in the world. Your ambition was bound to take you away from the town you love sooner or later, and you can't have everything you want.
Leslie Knope: Oh, my God. [laughs] I can have everything I want! Thank you.
Ron Swanson: I feel like you're not listening to me.
Leslie Knope: Oh, and by the way, don't think that we are not discussing Duke Silver. When were you going to tell me about that? Unbelievable! I am so furious at you, but I've already forgiven you, and you need to teach me how to play the saxophone. Okay, bye.

Andy: I got some hot tea with honey, good for the voice. I recommend you all try it. Mine's really just a cup of honey, 'cause tea is gross. Now, here's the thing. We're gonna start from scratch. We're gonna get rid of this whole sucky vibe. I'm thinking we could- [April smashes Duke Silver mug Andy is drinking from]
April: Whoo! To the man! I was thinking, like, a crazy rock star vibe!
Andy: See where her head's at? Follow her lead. That was amazing.

Andy: All right, guys, here's the deal, we got to completely start over. I wrote a new song. It's called The Promise Of Tomorrow's Wings. It's brilliant, about a billion times better than Catch Your Dreams, which I realize now sucks ass. Hey, Chuck, go ahead and just delete everything, all right?
Ron Swanson: Hold on, Chuck. Just listen to the song one more time, and then make a decision.
["Catch Your Dreams" with saxophone plays]
Andy: Where's that saxophone coming from?
Ron Swanson: I don't know. I don't know the first thing about music.
Andy: Whoa, is that a new mix? It sounds way better.
Ron Swanson: See? You just needed to clear your head.