"Anyway, that's where I found this hat. Same place Joe bought that ukulele."
"It's a cuatro. Not a ukulele--"
"It's a ukulele, Joe."
"It's not a ukulele, Mick. It's a cuatro, from Venezuela."
"It's not Venezuelan--"
"It bloody well is Venezuelan. They use it in joropo, a sort of fandango music that originated in the plains, east of the Andes..."
"I know what the man in the shop told you, but it's a ukulele. It's tuned GCEA. A cuatro's got reentrant tuning."
"Never mind all that musical mumbo jumbo. I'll hit the last string... Hear that? It's a B..."
"That's an A, Joe."
"What time you got, Mikey?"
"Half past dread...."
"What now...?"
"Half past dread."
"Dread-thirty? What's that in, like, Greenwich mean time?"
"I'm just messin' wit'chu, Paul. Time to head to the studio."
"Don't bother. Mick's bringin' in his girlfriend to sing on that Hitsville track."
"Ellen Foley...? Dat's today? We gotta go!"
"Why?"
"I love Bat Outta Hell!"
"You like Meatloaf?"
"I love dat big sexy byyastard--but my favorite part of de record is where the deejay starts toasting."
"I don't remember any deejay on that, Mikey."
"He's called de Scootah!"
"Never heard o' him."
"Paul--ya nevah heard of de Scootah? Hear ya now...
'Battah steps up to de plate...
Here's de pitch... He's going....
And what a jump he's got, he's trying for turd...
Here's de trow, it's in de dirt! Safe at turd!
Holy cow, stolen base!
He's taking a pretty big lead out dare...
Almost daring him to try and pick him off....
De pitchah glances over, winds up, and it's bunted!
Bunted down de turd base line....
De suicide squeeze is on!
Here he comes--squeeze play--it's gonna be close,
Holy cow... I tink he's gonna make it--'"
"Stop right there!"
