1:32:05
Hey, Rick, what's the matter?
1:32:07
Hey, what's the matter?
1:32:09
- Are you all right? Well, get up.
- I'm okay, I...
1:32:13
- Where's my...?
- Right there. Sit down.
1:32:16
And don't do that again.
You really scared me.
1:32:20
It felt like I fell a long, long way.
1:32:24
- Here.
- No, no, that's...
1:32:33
Hey, Smoke.
1:32:34
Hey, you know what we ought to do?
1:32:36
We ought to make our own records.
Make them the way we want.
1:32:40
Boy, we could make records
that'd really split them wide open.
1:32:43
Make them sit up.
1:32:46
Do some of the old ones Art
used to do, like...
1:32:48
..."Dinah" and "Twelfth Street Rag"
and "Louisiana Blues."
1:32:52
They won't buy them.
1:32:55
- Who won't?
- People.
1:32:57
You know who buys records?
High school girls.
1:33:00
You know why?
1:33:01
To learn the words. They only buy
the new songs to learn the words.
1:33:05
I never thought of it that way.
1:33:07
Nobody knows what we're doing
except us, the guys that do it.
1:33:10
They don't hear us.
They just hear the words.
1:33:13
We could drop dead tomorrow,
and nobody would know the difference.
1:33:17
Are you really okay?
1:33:20
- Sure.
- Sure, you are.
1:33:22
You're gonna stay okay.
1:33:23
You come along with me.
I got a little fixer-upper for you.
1:33:26
- I'm all right.
- Come on.
1:33:30
After this, you better get some sleep.
1:33:33
We got a recording session, remember?
1:33:35
Down again.
1:33:43
Hey. Like giving a dog a bath,
trying to fix you up.
1:33:46
Only you could've told me
you were going to shake.
1:33:50
You're my pal, Smoke.
1:33:53
You're the only guy left
who cares what happens to me.