:08:01
Things seem like they can't get any worse.
:08:04
"Plebeian"?
:08:07
Where the hell did she get that shit, man?
:08:20
"Avoid the reeking herd
:08:23
"Shun the polluted flock
:08:25
"Live like that stoic bird
:08:28
"The eagle of the rock"
:08:29
- Hey, Mr. Boats.
- You know what that means, son?
:08:34
Yeah, it's from an Elinor Hoyt Wylie poem.
:08:38
It means... Excuse me.
:08:41
It means stay away from the crowds
of common, ordinary people...
:08:45
- and do your own thing.
- No.
:08:49
It means don't compromise yourself
for women. It ain't gonna do you no good.
:08:53
Get away from them as soon as you can.
:08:56
I ain't got no woman now.
:08:59
- I'm living like the stoic bird, man.
- It's the only way to live, son.
:09:07
Look at that fool there.
:09:08
Probably listening to that loud rock stuff.
Junk, it's all junk.
:09:14
I don't know. I mean...
:09:16
rock music's got some good qualities.
:09:19
It isn't jazz or nothing, but you know...
:09:23
Say, when are you gonna bring me in
some of those good records?
:09:26
- Some Nat King Cole with strings.
- I don't got any of that, Mr. Boats.
:09:31
Yeah, you got that.
You're keeping them at home, though.
:09:34
You won't turn loose the good stuff.
You just sell the junk.
:09:43
I keep the stuff I wanna keep.
:09:46
I sold a lot of good material
by people that he didn't like.
:09:53
Mr. Boats didn't like any blues
or anything like that.
:09:58
He played classical violin.