"Look, son, I am being reasonable.  We came here for a quiet, small, informal meeting - strictly business.  We find you've turned it into a circus.  Well, if you're going to have a circus, you've got to have elephants and there's no two ways about it.  Now we realize you can't play Martian music, any more than a boy with a tin whistle can play a symphony.  But you can play a symphony - 'The Ten Planets Symphony.' Grok it?  I mean, 'Do you catch on?' Have the tape cut in at the beginning of the Mars movement; play that... or enough bars to let the theme be recognized."