You know, I've never played my stuff for anyone before.

Or you could just play your tiny, ridiculous guitar.

But if your shower head is the only one who appreciates your vocals, how about playing chopsticks on the piano for an hour and a half?

Lucky for you, I've got time for a couple verses of "Shortning bread."

That's what... Oh, my God, play.

Do you like the music you're playing? I don't know. What it matters.

Well, not anymore since you threw it out the window.

Yes, just imagine, big, soulful guy like you tenderly playing the keys. There'll be goose bumps everywhere.

It's quite unique. As you all see it, it also fires a shotgun cartridge for use in messy close-range situations.

Then you will remain just inside the gate with your weapon undrawn and unfired, until the game ends.

Now, Amy already has a real harp. And it can play any song. What are you trying to pull here?

You don't have to use a silver bullet. But if you forge one, well, then we don't have to depend upon the kindness of monsters.

Well, no one likes jazz! Not even you! I do like jazz now because of you! And this is what I thought you wanted me to do! What am I supposed to do? Go back to playing Jingle Bells?

As a deterrent. A silver bullet to keep in reserve, to use against the Kryptonians, so the day does not come, madam, when your children are waving daisies at a reviewing stand.