Domhnall Gleeson credited as playing...
Jon Burroughs
- Jon Burroughs: Can I ask you something?
- Frank: Sure.
- Jon Burroughs: Why do you wear that?
- Frank: ...do you think it's weird?
- Jon Burroughs: Kinda.
- Frank: Well, normal faces are weird, too. You know, the way they're smooth... smooth... smooth... and blech! You know? All bumpy and holes, I mean, what are eyes like? It's like a science fiction movie. Don't get me started on lips. Like the edges of a severe wound.
- Jon Burroughs: That's true. But your head is still sort of intimidating.
- Frank: Well, underneath it I'm giving you a welcoming smile. Would it help if I said my facial expressions out loud?
- Jon Burroughs: Well... maybe.
- Frank: Welcoming smile.
- [During a show, Frank falls to the floor in pain]
- Jon Burroughs: What's wrong?
- Frank: [strained] Your music's shit...
- Jon Burroughs: Wow, this is beautiful. What do you call it?
- Clara: Stay away from my fucking theremin.
- Frank: [after improvising Lone Standing Tuft] It's silly.
- Jon Burroughs: Frank... that's amazing.
- Frank: Flattered grin. Followed by bashful half-smile.
- Jon Burroughs: [narration] Despite all the hardships I have suffered here, something inside me is beginning to stir. I've come to realize that this is my Bluff, Kansas. That here in Vetno, I have found my abusive childhood, my mental hospital. That which pushes me to my furthest corners.
- Jon Burroughs: He said I was cherishable, and he picked me to join the band.
- Clara: You are fingers being told which keys to push.
- Jon Burroughs: I push my own keys...
- Clara: Ten little bits of bone and skin.
- Jon Burroughs: And I'm perfectly capable of going to my furthest corners and composing music.
- Clara: Your furthest corners?
- Jon Burroughs: My furthest corners.
- Clara: Someone needs to punch you in the face.