"Where the Hell's this song COMING FROM?!"
— Isami, Bang Brave Bang Bravern!
"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)
Hidalgo: That is my neighbor. He likes to play the guitar. Isn't that right Ernesto?
Ernesto: Si señor Hidalgo (Guitar Strums)
"Where the fuck is that saxophonist?"
Big Bird: "Hey, do you hear music?"
[...]
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!
Pike: (Confused) Where is that music coming from?
Ortegas: (Equally confused) Not from anywhere on the ship...
Ortegas: (Equally confused) Not from anywhere on the ship...
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?
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?
''GOD DAMNIT, SHUT UP, JOHN WILLIAMS!"
—Cheryl Tunt, Archer, "Sea Tunt Pt. 1"
Lana: So not me, and not Ray, which leaves... Ughhhhh...
[Archer enters the room in priest getup while Gregorian chanting is playing in the background]
Archer: In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spritius Sancti... et cetera... et cetera...
Lana: You can't! No one is going to believe Archer is a priest!
Archer: For your infor... I'M IN! TURN IT OFF!!!
Cheryl: Okay! Jesus! [The music stops] gasps Shit!
—Archer: The Papal Chase
Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa (singing): ♪ It's our problem free philosophy! ♫♪
Simba (singing): ♫ Hakuna Matata... ♪
Simba: One more time!
Timon: Oh no, I think we did it.
Pumbaa: I think we got this one!
Simba: But we were just getting in the groove.
Timon: No, let's leave them wanting more.
Pumbaa: Yeah, you've grown 400 pounds since we started.
Timon: Meanwhile, I look exactly the same.
Simba (singing): ♫♪ It means no worriiieeess... ooohhh... ♫
Pumbaa: Will you tell him to stop?
Timon: Well, you insisted we sing this song-
Pumbaa: I insisted- you started singing it!
Timon: Well, it's our Signature Song, we shouldn't be sharing it-
Simba (ignoring them): Look at that sunset...
Pumbaa: But it's our signature song, so we have to-
Timon: Look... (groans)
Pumbaa: Just tell him to stop.
Simba (still singing): ♪ It meeeaans no worriiieeeees.. ahhh.. ♫
Timon: Oh now he's riffing, Pumbaa, this is a nightmare!
Pumbaa: It actually is becoming better and better..
—The Lion King (2019) (a rare example involving vocals instead of music proper)