| You are… you gotta tell me something… I mean, seriously, I’m tellin' you
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| this is the first time that any of my girlfriends and I have ever met anybody
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| really from Hollywood… I mean, really… my girlfriend Jim, and Ian,
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| and Aynsley, and Bob, and Frank… I mean, none of us…
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| Pleased to meet you…
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| Hi Howie
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| We never met a pop star from Hollywood… tell me something: have you ever met
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| Davey Jones? |
| or Bobby Sherman?
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| No. no, I.
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| I mean… David Cassady, he’s so…
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| Jimmy Greenspoon, once I…
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| Three Dog Night?!!
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| Yeah…
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| Oh! |
| I love them! |
| They’re my favorite band!.. ow gawd. |
| oh, do you like my new
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| car? |
| I’m ah. |
| my Dad just gave it to me for graduation.
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| Ah yeaah?!! |
| I’ts a … it’s a Fillmore, isn’t it? |
| Real futuristic, ah.
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| I dig the fins… listen: do you know how to get to the ah Hollywood Inn from
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| here?
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| No, ah. |
| which one is it?
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| (burp) excuse me. |
| It’s the one by the airport… you know… cause we gotta get
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| up early an'. |
| fly outta here in the morning, y’know…
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| Oh, I didn’t know that… Where do you guys play tomorrow night?
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| I mean, I’d like to come maybe… in your bus or somethin'…
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| Yeah?..
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| (Voice in background):
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| In the BUS!
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| Come in the bus, huh… Tomorrow we’re in ah, let’s see… Tierra del Fuego…
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| Ook! |
| You’re so professional, Howie!
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| Oh, it’s not… it’s nothing…
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| Howie, I mean, the way you gettin' tp-tp to play, an all these exotic places,
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| I mean…
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| Yeah
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| Tell me something. |
| tell me and my girl-… TELL me: Do you really have a hit
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| record… on the charts now… with a BULLET? |
| … I mean that’s really
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| important to me…
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| Listen, honey: Would I lie to you just to get in your pants?
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| He-Het! |
| Listen! |
| Hey, listen to me tellin' ya: WE ARE NOT GROUPIES!
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| Naw, I never. |
| I never said…
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| We are not groupies! |
| You better understand that!.. I told Robert Planet,
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| I told Elton John, I told all those big guys…
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| Robert PLANET?!
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| We are not groupies!
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| No, I never.
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| Roger Daltrey never laid a hand on me!
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| Yaw. |
| it’s obvious to see why… listen, I never…
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| (2nd non-groupie):
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| Howie.
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| (1st non-groupie):
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| Tell him! |
| Tell him right now!
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| (2nd non-groupie):
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| We only like musicians for f-friends. |
| You know?
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| (voices in back):
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| Real straight arrow, Howie, Really… just for friends, Howie…
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| (2nd non-groupie):
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| But we still like you Yeah. |
| we wouldn’t mind coming in your bus, but.
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| (2nd non-groupie):
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| I mean, we still want to hear your record…
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| Listen you chicks! |
| now didn'. |
| didn’t you just say that you got off bein' juked
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| with a BABY OCTOPUS and spewed upon with cream corn? |
| an' that your hair-lipped
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| dyke-o bass-playing girlfriend on the backseat had to have it with a YOO-HOO
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| bottle or she went apeshit…
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| Ooooh.
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| What’s the deal, baby? |
| Come on.
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| Howie! |
| Howie, lissen yo me… all that’s true.
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| Come across.
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| All that’s true, and sometimes I even dig it with a Doctor Brown’s Cream Soda…
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| or a CEL-RAY… but! |
| we are not groupies! |
| No matter what you think…
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| No, I never…
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| We are not groupies.
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| You see, there seems to be some kind of a communication problem, honey…
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| because I… I am a lonely guy from outta town, y’know an'… an' I want some
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| ACTION… what I’m talkin' about is, I wanna… a-a-steaming… succulent…
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| ever-widening, gooey, drippy, runny kind of a hole with a… with…
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| how shall I put this… what say we hop in the trunk of your Gremlin AN' GET
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| OUR ROCKS OFF…
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| Hey! |
| hey-hey-hey-heyyyy… Jesus…
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| (voice in back):
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| I’m in this band, man…
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| (voice up front):
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| Very agile, Howie, very agile…
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| (voice in back):
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| I am in this band no matter what we do up here… it’s all…
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| Now lissen! |
| It just so happend… tonight me and my girlfriends, I mean,
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| we’ve all come here for one thing tonight…
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| Yeah?
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| Looking for a guy… And we’re looking for a guy from a group
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| Wow
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| BUT HE’S GOTTA HAVE A DICK!
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| WAAAH!
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| AND HE’S GOTTA HAVE A DICK THAT’S A MONSTER!
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| WAAAAAAAAH… That’s me! |
| That’s me! |
| ooh! |
| … oooohh, you voluptouns Manhattan
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| Island clit. |
| Take me… I’m yours, you hole… Fulfill my… wildest… dreams!
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| Ooooh! |
| Anything for you, my most seductive, seclusive… pop star of a man…
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| picture this if you can: bead jobs! |
| knotted nylons! |
| bamboo canes!
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| three unreleased recordings of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young fighting in the |
| dressing-room of the Fillmore East! |
| Why, 'n enchilada wrapped with pickle sauce
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| shook up and down in between a donkey’s legs until he can’t it stand anymore!
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| All this and more, Howie! |
| Including! |
| an electric coolde pony harness,
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| with fuel injection… fuel injection… fuel injection…
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| Oooh! |
| my god, I … I … I can’t stand it… I mean… I mean,
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| dou you understand the implications of what I’m saying? |
| I CAN’T STAND IT!!!
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| I CAN’T STAND IT !! |
| I CAN’T STAND IT! |
| OH NO… Oh my god… I’m going home!
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| I’m gonna see my baby… (etc) I really can’t stand it… please…
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| give it to me… give it to me right here in the trunk of your Gremlin.
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| give me… GIVE ME THE ENCHILADA WITH THE PICKLES SAUCE SHOVED UP BETWEEN A
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| DONKEY’S ASS UNTIL HE CAN’T COME ANYMORE…
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| Hey-hey! |
| haha! |
| Not until you sing me your big hit record… and I want to hear
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| the big hit record, and I wanna hear it now, an' I wanna hear the big hit
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| record now with a bullet! |
| With a bullet!
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| The bullet?
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| The BULLET! |
| The BULLET! |
| I’ts the part that gets me the hottest… hehe!..
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| now sing me that record, and I wanna hear it right now or you ain’t driving
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| nowhere tonight, buddy…
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| Well, I know when I’m licked… all over… Okay, baby: BEND OVER AND SPREAD
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| 'EM… Here comes my… BULLET!
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| (all sing Happy Together) |