“I know her, Dave. No, I mean I know that producer from somewhere. Hang on.”

“Goddammit, Scruffer, DOWN BOY ! GET! DOWN ! No, Dave, I didn’t say I wasn’t going to do the show. I mean, I wish it was, like, MTV , that’s the SCRUFFER ! DOWN! Sorry, Dave, there you go, boy, good dog.”

“Sure, Dave, I know Vegas fell through. Yes, Dave, beggars can’t be choosers. It’s just, you know…. You know I talked to Vince after he did it, and I mean they really tried to screw them….”

“Well I was too stoned to know I was humiliating myself. No more, Scruffer. That’s all you get. Speaking of which. I think I fucked her. I don’t know, ‘85 maybe. I think we partied on the Roar Of Chaos tour.”

“Are you sure that was ‘83? I thought Roar Of Chaos was when I was married to Lindy? Well, okay, I mean so you have the poster on the wall in your office, I’ll take your word for it. I just. SCRUFFER ! GET OUT OF THAT !”

“Stay still, it’s your own goddamn fault your head’s stuck.”

“I’m still here, Dave. I just know I know her, is all.”