Tenacious D: The Complete Masterworks Part 2

What's this video for, man?

It's a concert DVD.

Are they making a video of...?

Wow.

Dude, I want what you're smoking, man.

I wanna smoke what you haven't smoked ever.

Tenacious D!. Tenacious D!.

Hey, the Pick of Destiny.

These ones actually came out of my grandma's underwear drawer.

- Is that a fish? - That's a sasquatch.

Tenacious D.

Long live the D.

This is a song called "The History of Tenacious D."

And it's not just a list of bullshit from the past.

It's a chronicling of our rise to power.

Thanks for stopping by my pad.

Appreciate it.

This is Kage's living room jam.

You guys could all squeeze in there. You got a big living room.

- I like what you've done to the place, man. - Thanks.

It's got some old-world charm.

It's an expensive crib you got here.

A lot of ornate bullshit from the 1 920s.

Yeah. Why do you guys have moustaches on, by the way?

Those are fake ones.

A chick's got one right there. I don't know.

Why are you throwing those? That seemed like you were flinging it like a weapon.

I was, I was trying to cut off the 'stache.

Lee, everyone. Lee.

It's peculiar timing there, Lee. One could almost say you were trying to sabotage

the end of "Wonderboy", one of my strongest numbers.

Sorry.

Kage, if I take a bow... Dude, what are you doing?

Commitment level low. I'm saying, commitment level low.

It's strictly post-show fatties. Don't fucking blaze one in the middle of the show,

at the beginning of the show.

And if I take a bow... Dude, seriously.

If I'm taking a bow,

I like it when we bow together, 'cause... If I take a bow alone,

it looks like I'm a conceited asshole.

- You're right. - Whatever. It's too late now.

It's too late. It's too late.

I don't like to start the show as a sourpuss, but I call 'em like I see 'em.

- Sorry. Lee came over... - I'm seeing some bullshit go down.

Yeah, what the fuck?

Dude, Lee. How's it going, brother?

- Good. - What's up? How did you get in?

Right over there.

- I just came in. - You came in the back door?

- Yeah. - Well, I locked that shit.

So what, did you pick the lock, are you a fucking lock-picker?

- It was locked. - I gave him a key.

I can't fucking put it to words right now. You fucking betrayed me.

I was the only one with a key and we discussed it,

that we'd fucking have a deal where we would keep each other on the fucking tip.

Just keep me fucking posted, man. Just keep me fucking posted

who has the fucking key to your back door.

I don't think I'm overreacting.

Yeah. Who would?

- I'll just watch TV. - This one's for Dio.

- I'll just watch TV. - This one's for Dio.

Ronnie James Dio.

I'm back, dude.

I'm back. I wanna apologize.

I flew off the handle. Lee, you didn't deserve that.

You are an awesome guy. You've done so many awesome things for the D.

I shouldn't be jumping... Of course you deserve a key.

I just wanna be kept up... I wanna be...

It's all right, dude.

It's all right, dude.

This is a song for Lee.

I just wanna say, Kage, for the record, he did his little stupid-ass break dance,

he spilled beer all over the fucking electrical circuitry.

On the fucking electric... what do you call that?

- Outlet? - Yeah. Oh, fuck.

- Outlet? - Yeah. Oh, fuck.

What the...?

Motherfucking saxophone.

Saxophone.

Wow. Thank you.

Dude, that was solid.

That was spirited. That was really good.

Yeah.

It was good.

Are you satisfied with that, Kage?

Apparently we rocked their socks off.

No, dude.

Let me tell you something. We could have been a whole lot better.

- What are you talking about? - We could have been way better.

- How - How

By fucking bucking the system.

By doing things our own way.

By taking some risks. By putting our fucking life on the line, motherfucker.

By fucking breaking some barriers and changing some thought patterns.

- What are you talking about? - By making emotional breakthroughs.

- Aren't we doing that? - No, we're not fucking doing that at all.

What are we doing?

I don't know what we're doing.

I don't know. What do you guys think? Do you like it so far?

They're gonna... Of course, out of politeness they'll say that.

Let me just really tell you what I'm thinking.

- Please. - I think it's time to go electric.

Look, they're saying no.

"No." I don't blame you.

- Acoustic's where it's at. - What's the matter?

What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of electricity?

- No. - Yes, you are. I can hear it in your voice.

- What are you talking about? - Look at that face.

- You're fucking terrified of electricity. - I'm not terrified.

And besides, even if we wanted

to go electric, which we don't...

Which we don't.

Don't disagree with me. I don't even have an electric.

Yes, you do. I bought you one today. I knew you were gonna say that.

Let me tell you something. I know a dude who lives here in Seattle.

Goes by the name of Nathan van Heliotrope.

- He makes guitars. - What the fuck is that name?

He's a luthier. You know what that is? It's a guitar maker. He's a luthier.

I thought he was insane at first, then I realized he was a fucking genius.

He makes these out of his basement.

It's top of the line.

This shit... Listen to me, this thing is state of the art.

He explained it to me.

He makes them with steam, filtration,

neutra-tectonic...

- Looks like he makes 'em with a toilet seat. - Don't judge the way that... yeah. So what?

A toilet seat. That's catgut strings. Do you know how electric guitars work?

They work with electricity. You plug this shit in.

And we go fucking into the 27th dimension. Are you ready for that?

You ready for that? Let's fucking do it, brother.

I love you. We're gonna fucking do it. We're gonna shake it up right now.

One small step for rock,

one giant leap for fucking Nathan van Heliotrope.

I'm scared.

I like being fucking scared. Let's do it, motherfucker.

Oh, shit.

Oh, God.

Shit.

Fuck, dude.

That fucking hurt.

Electricity in my veins.

Where the fuck are we?

You smell that? It smells like fucking rancid egg fart. We're in hell, man.

No, that was me. Sorry.

Still.

Check that shit out.

Dude, I don't think we're in hell.

- We're not? - I think we're in heaven.

Dude, we don't know.

Nobody knows for sure what heaven is like.

Maybe fucking heaven is red and fucking hot.

Come on, high five, baby. We're in heaven.

We're in heaven. What the fuck is that?

We're in hell.

Shit.

Do you hear that? Someone's fucking shredding.

Dude, he's right over there.

It's Jesus fucking Christ.

Oh, man. Fucking awesome. Hey, what's up, man. We're the D.

Hey, we were just wondering, are you Jesus Christ?

No, I'm the Antichrist.

- Satan's my dad. - Oh.

- You look just like Jesus. - Yeah, I get that all the time.

So we're fucking trying to get a band together.

- Wondering if you wanna be in it. - Yeah.

We've got the Antichrist in our fucking band. Come on, do it.

I just wish we had a fucking rhythm section.

- I actually know some dudes. - Of course. It's hell.

All the best players are gonna be here. Come on, let's put 'em in a band right now.

- Colonel Sanders? - Yes.

- What are you doing here? - I killed over a million chickens.

Charlie Chaplin? Why are you in hell?

I'm gay.

I knew it.

Wanna be in the D?

From now on we shall be known as the Fellowship of the D.

We shall burn brightly, like a thousand suns.

I'm sweating a lot.

Yeah, it's kind of hot down here.

Why's it so hot, Kage?

Well, we don't have air conditioning.

Duh. We're in fucking hell.

Let me tell you something. This has been eating me up.

You gave Lee a key to your back door.

He comes in,

he does a stupid-ass break dance,

he spills beer all over the electric circuitry,

and we fucking die.