If Mr. Miyagi was in my recording dojo…
Kreese: We do not train to be musical here. Music is for the weak. Here, in the streets, in competition: A man confronts you, he is the enemy. An enemy deserves no music.
Kreese: Do you have a problem with that?
Class: No, Sensei!
Kreese: No music.
Miyagi: Afraid facts mixed up.
Kreese: What are you here for, old man?
Miyagi: Come ask leave boy alone to make music.
Miyagi: Gary-san, Now, ready?
Me: Yes Sensei.
[Cue synthesizer and drum machines, FTB]
Kreese: We do not train to be musical here. Music is for the weak. Here, in the streets, in competition: A man confronts you, he is the enemy. An enemy deserves no music.
Kreese: Do you have a problem with that?
Class: No, Sensei!
Kreese: No music.
Miyagi: Afraid facts mixed up.
Kreese: What are you here for, old man?
Miyagi: Come ask leave boy alone to make music.
Miyagi: Gary-san, Now, ready?
Me: Yes Sensei.
[Cue synthesizer and drum machines, FTB]
