:09:02
Stein!
:09:04
You gonna look funny trying to eat
corn on the cob with no fucking teeth!
:09:09
Listen, let me talk to Bob,
the owner.
:09:14
See if we can put your band
on contract waivers for tonight.
:09:17
I don't want you to move
from this spot.
:09:20
Just let me handle this.
:09:25
We'll talk to Bob.
:09:31
Get in the car and start her up.
:09:36
You know you boys owe me
a lot of money for that beer you drank!
:09:39
- Goddam it!
- Bob, we loved playing here tonight.
:09:43
My brother's writing out an
American Express traveler's check...
:09:45
to cover the bar tab.
:09:47
I sure would appreciate it.
:09:49
I'd better check up, see how he's doing.
I have to sign it too.
:09:52
I usually sit in the car and write it
out on the glove compartment lid.
:10:01
Need a pencil.
:10:13
- Were them guys from the union?
- What the hell, ''union''?
:10:16
Those boys skipped out of here
owing me a lot of money for beer.
:10:19
What the hell are you guys
all dressed up for?
:10:21
We're the Good Ole Boys!
:10:23
You're the Good Ole Boys?
:10:44
''A.F.M.'' Shit!