Marlin Boulet: I took a souvenir from Tim's cell.
Trevor Cobb: What, his music?
Marlin Boulet: It ain't music. I ain't no pro, but I played trumpet in the marching band. The clefts are all wrong. This is nonsense. Man, if you tried to play these notes, it'd sound like chicken sex.
Trevor Cobb: (laughs) Chicken sex? I'm not familiar with that sound. It's not music, what is it?
Marlin Boulet: I have an idea. I'll need to sit down with a pen.