[The band has just finished recording their album] [about Eddie's album]

There's nothing can't be fixed, am I right?

This won't fix, this is a disaster. [to Eddie] You want to be a poet? Try Greenwich Village.

Lew, listen, another couple of weeks. We've been working for months.

Doc, take six weeks. I still wouldn't know what to do with it.

[to Lew]

You want to know what you can do with it? I'll tell you what you can do with it, you son of a bitch!

Hey! I put up ten grand, and I expect something for my money. This is what I've waiting a year for? A bunch of jerk-offs making weird sounds? You're not gonna see a red penny!