after-dinner darts

Andy and Alex are playing darts. Andy is winning handily.

At a pivotal moment, Alex takes a deep breath and exhales slowly before throwing his three darts. All three miss his target.

Andy: "Rough round."
Alex: "Indeed... My ch'i is not free and flowing. I must meditate beneath the waterfall."

Exit Alex.

there's music in the air...

After dinner, Andy and Alex are standing around the sink washing and drying dishes.

Alex: "Do you think our lives would make a good musical?"
Andy: "Yeah, I guess so."
Alex: "Dude we could revolutionize musicals. Listen to this: instead of having the music just come out of nowhere, there would be an actual band playing in the background of the scene."
Andy: "Well, would the actors sing?"
Alex: "Nope. The band would have a singer, and he would do the singing... Like right now. If this was a normal movie, we would just be standing here doing the dishes in silence. But as a musical, it's us doing the dishes, band behind us... do DO do do. Bad to the bone! do DO do do. B-B-B-B-BAD!... do DO do do..."

I know who rides with Theoden of Rohan...

Andy, living at home for the first time in years, searches the garage for a basketball. After several minutes, he resignedly picks up an old, torn-up ball. He takes a few shots, missing most of them.

Andy: "Damn, I suck now."

Shoots a bit longer, accuracy fluctuates a bit but remains about the same. Sighs.

Alex (appearing suddenly, holding a shiny leather basketball): "Maybe your fingers would remember their old strength better--if they held your old basketball."