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- Listen, you got my card. Call me.

- Yeah, thanks.

You guys all right?

Where the hell was I?

So, what did the guy say?

What do you think he said

after seeing the best band around?

Holy sh*t.

I turned him down though, guys,

because it just wasn't right.

- So...

- You what?

I turned him down. I told him...

...maybe somewhere down the line.

- What are you, nuts? Why?

Because I wanna go to school

and everything, and...

- Oh, man.

- I just mailed Frankie a kiss-off letter.

I know, Daryle, just trust me on this one.

We ought to be working

locally for a while.

Christ, this is a monster letdown

here, Jennie.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You know, this sh*t might play

with everybody else...

...but it don't play with me.

- What do you mean?

- What do you think, I'm blind?

Jeez, you screwed us, Jennie.

I mean, it's all right for you, right?

I mean, she's got college

and the rest of that crap.

Well, what about the rest of us?

You passed up a chance for the rest

of us, something we really wanted.

- Wait a minute.

- You wait a minute.

- I think what you did sucks.

- You don't understand...

...what I'm trying to say here, okay?

- Wait a minute, Mooch.

That's not what happened.

He didn't want us. He only wanted her.

He wanted her to stand

in front of studio musicians.

- I'm really sorry. I overheard, you know.

- What a mind-freaking nightmare.

If that's what he wants, Jennie,

then you should do it.

No. Come on.

And not hang out with you guys?

Let's go home.

Sh*t. I'm sorry.

It's... It's cool.

- I'll carry that.

- Yeah, thanks, Nick.

No big deal. Thanks, Nick. It's cool.

God, when I think of all the

clothes I could've bought in Europe...

Forget it. None of us

speaks European anyway.

So where do we go from here, Jennie?

Well, as long as we hang

together, anything can happen.

That's it for me.

I'm in no shape for this kind of activity.

Oh, yeah, Billy. Do your share.

My share is one guitar, one amp,

and one knapsack.

And I'm always helping

with Mooch's monster drums...

...and your 200 pounds

of clothes and makeup.

So don't start foaming

about my share.

- All right, Billy, take a break.

- Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

I forgot something. I'll be right back.

I hear you passed on the tour

for school.

That's good, Jennie. School's good.

You got a minute?

You're right, you know, I...

I am a liar.

Oh, God. I don't usually do that.

I don't usually give up what I want

just to...

Just to do the right thing. I usually...

I usually grab what I want...

...hoping to deal with any regrets

on a day that'll never come.

And they always do.

And I wouldn't want

any regrets with you, Jennie.

Anyway, I woke up this morning

and I was looking for my shirt...

...and I remembered

that I lent it to you.

You're still wearing it, obviously.

So I'll just... I'll just hang around

while you change out of it, okay?

I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry too.

I'm not talking about that.

I'm talking about the shirt.

The shirt?

- I'm gonna keep it.

It's yours, babe.

I gotta go.

- Hey.

- Jennie.

- Want a ride?

- Yeah, let's get out of here.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

I'm not talking to you.

What do you want?

Bye, dog. Nice knowing you.

Go on, get.

Come on. Omelet!

Shut the door behind him.

He's gonna fall out.

I think the dog's name is Hamlet,

not Omelet.

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