High Fidelity (2000)
Todd Louiso: Dick
Dick : I guess it looks as if you're reorganizing your records. What is this though? Chronological?
Rob : No...
Dick : Not alphabetical...
Rob : Nope...
Dick : What?
Rob : Autobiographical.
Dick : No fucking way.
Rob : Yep. Let me tell ya how I got from Deep Purple to Howlin' Wolf in just 25 moods. And, if I want to find the song "Landslide" by Fleetwood Mac, I have to remember that I bought it for someone in the Fall of 1983 pile - but, didn't give it to them for personal reasons.
Dick : That sounds...
Rob : Comforting.
Dick : Yes.
Rob : It is.
Louis : I don't have that record... I'll buy it for forty.
Rob : Sold.
Louis : Now why would you sell it to me and not to him?
Barry : Because you're not a geek, Louis.
Louis : You guys are snobs.
Dick : No, we're not.
Louis : Yeah, seriously, you're totally elitist. You feel like the unappreciated scholars, so you shit onto people who know lesser than you.
Louis : Which is everybody...
Louis : That's so sad.
Barry : I wanna date a musician.
Rob Gordon : I wanna live with a musician. She'd write songs at home and ask me what I thought of them, and maybe even include one of our little private jokes in the liner notes.
Barry : Maybe a little picture of me in the liner notes.
Dick : Just in the background somewhere.
Barry : Top 5 songs about death. A Laura's Dad tribute list, okay? Okay. Leader of the Pack. The guy fuckin' beefs it on his motorcycle and dies, right? Dead Man's Curve. Jan & Dean.
Dick : Do you know that right after they recorded that song Jan himself crashed his car...
Barry : It was Dean you fuckin' idiot...
Rob : It was Jan. It was a long time after the song.
Barry : Okay, whatever. Tell Laura I Love Her. That would bring the house down - Laura's Mom could sing it. You know what I'd want? One Step Beyond by Madness. And, uh, You Can't Always Get What You Want.
Dick : No. Immediate disqualification because of its involvement with The Big Chill.
Barry : Oh God. You're right!
Dick : Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald - Gordon Lightfoot.
Barry : You bastard! That's so good - that should have been mine... The night Laura's daddy died. Sha na na na na na na na na! Brother what a night it really was. Mother what a night it really... angina's tough! Glory be!
Dick : Marie de Salle's playing. You remember I told you about her. I like her. She's kind of Sheryl Crow-ish crossed with a post-Partridge Family pre-L.A. Law Susan Dey kind of thing, but, you know, uh, black.
Barry : Hey, it's half past a monkey's ass, let's go.
Dick : Oh, I can't meet you guys at the club tonight.
Barry : Why?
Barry : Who are you going to see?
Dick : [grins bashfully] Nobody.
Barry : Rob! Loooky-looky! Dick, are you gettin' some?
Barry : Oh-ho-ho! Un-fucking-believable! Dick's got a hot date! How did this happen, Dick? What rational explanation can there possibly be? What's her name?
Dick : Anaugh.
Barry : Anna? Anaconda?
Dick : Anaugh Moss.
Barry : [laughing] Anna M-ha-ha-oss? Is she all green and fuzzy and mossy? And you met this bruiser where exactly? The home for the mentally challenged or the blind or the bus station?
Dick : Um, here. She asked me about the new Green Day album, and I told her...
Barry : Oh, man, finally! *Anna!* That's great, Dick! Really! Smoke that ass!
Dick : She should have done it on: The Number Four With A Smile.
Barry : Wasn't her record called: Number Four With A Smile?
Dick : That's what I said.
Barry : No-no. You said: The Number Four With A Smile. There's no "the" in the front of the title of the album.
Dick : It's a reference to a Chinese meal in Toronto. So, I think that there is "the". But, I could be wrong.
Barry : You can be and you are wrong.