Holy shit, Bobby, please get someone to straighten those pictures. I’m gonna have an attack looking at this.
“I’ll get my best men on it.”
Thank you. Who are these people?
“I was about to ask you the same question.”
I think it’s a band.
“They’ve got guitars.”
“Could’ve stolen ’em, though. Maybe they just robbed a Sam Ash.”
You’re a lateral thinker. Just ask who they are, Bobby.
“That would be awkward.”
“We already played a set. Tell ya what, this guy’s scarf looks familiar.”
“I never forget a scarf. The other stuff tends to flicker in and out of my consciousness, but scarves? I meet a scarf once, and it’s in there.”
What about the guy wearing it?
“Wait, yeah. I got it. I’ve seen this fellow before.”
“He’s standing two people to my left.”
Not totally, but pretty much.
“Ah, you know: I can’t tell white people apart. Or white jeans.”
And the Keds.
“They were, you know, going for a look. I’m not a white jean guy, myself.”
“What if spaghetti’s for lunch?”