Write that music to the bank speaker system.

Why, I'm an aficionado of their music.

Let's listen to this hearty, fruit-defying folk music.

Oh, yes, but don't worry if you can't sing folk music.

Come in.

Come in.

Come in.

The big city's not like living in isolation back in the hills.

I was merely holding an informal meeting of my folk music appreciation group.

All right, Miss Evans, now this is going to be your music audition.

We'll be right in.

Come on, hop in.

Not in San Francisco.

Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs, progenitors and acknowledged masters of that style of music known as bluegrass.

My aunt in San Francisco.

Gladys and Louise just came in.

You know, throughout the length and breadth of this country, the artistry of Flatt and Scruggs epitomizes the sturdy vital music of our native soil.

Can a man from a little cabin in the hills find happiness as the husband of a beautiful and educated city woman?

Tell them to get in line, Chief.

You see, there's a point, but... You're having a hootenanny in my office, and I'm apologizing?