Quotes / Left the Background Music On

"Could someone please turn down that shrill music? I'm trying to commit mass murder here!"

— Mike Nelson, RiffTrax on The Dark Knight

Ryuko: Where is that noise coming from?
Hidalgo: That is my neighbor. He likes to play the guitar. Isn't that right Ernesto?
Ernesto: Si señor Hidalgo (Guitar Strums)

—Kill la Kill Parody Shorts #1 - Hidalgo

"Where the fuck is that saxophonist?"

— Dan Avidan imitating Maeko, Steam Train, "Sakura Spirit: Playing the Hero - PART 7"

Big Bird: "Hey, do you hear music?"

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Telly: "I gotta go! My music's already started!"

[...]

Gina: "I think I hear that music again."

[...]

Telly: "My music, please! Funny, I think my music has slowed down a little."

— Sesame Street, "Zoe and Big Bird are Sick on Their Playdate"

"Oh no. SpongeBob, quick, reel it in! Can't you hear the music!? That's a 4/4 string ostinato in D minor! Every sailor knows it means death! Reel it in before it's too late! HURRY, SPONGEBOB, THE MUSIC'S GETTIN' FASTER!

[Mr. Krabs opens the hold's door to reveal an orchestra playing the music]

"There ya are, ya stinkin' bilge rats! STOP PLAYIN' THAT MUSIC! STOP IT, PLEASE! I'M BEGGIN' YA!!"

— Mr. Krabs, SpongeBob SquarePants, “Clams”

Pearl: That reminds me, Marina... Can you hear our music coming from somewhere?

Marina: It's coming from Agent 8's CQ-80! That must mean Eight is nearing the surface!

— Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion

Pike: (Confused) Where is that music coming from?
Ortegas: (Equally confused) Not from anywhere on the ship...

—Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, "Subspace Rhapsody"

The new world was an old, old town full of buildings with red, slanted roofs and mazes of streets. Nighttime gathered close in a deep, comfortable blanket specked with stars, while crooked lamp posts made islands of warm, yellow light. The plaza they'd landed in was a little different, built of grey and blue stone that complemented more star-shaped murals and neon signs; an artistic fountain of two dogs kissing noses burbled in the corner. Jazz peppered the sky with soft notes in distant harmony as she finally stepped far enough outside to hear it, somewhere on the other side of a big, wooden door labeled "1st District".
She had a moment, ire replace with wonder in the space of a breath, before a familiar popping noise jangled for attention. The music seemed to stretch to fit: Selphie turned her head and groaned. "Heartless."

aeskah: On another note, of course the music in Traverse Town is diegetic. Why wouldn't it be?

— Filtered Light

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