1:05:02
(Clattering)
1:05:05
(The Kid breathes heavily)
1:05:15
What's wrong with you, Kid?
1:05:17
I don't have time for your bullshit!
What do you want?
1:05:20
I told you before. This stage is no place
for your personal shit!
1:05:23
THE KID: That's life.
BILLY: Life, my ass, motherfucker!
1:05:26
This is a business,
you ain't too far gone to see that yet.
1:05:29
BILLY: I told you before, you're not packing
them in like you used to.
1:05:33
Nobody digs your music but yourself.
1:05:35
(Yells) Fuck off!
1:05:38
Just like your old man.
1:05:40
BILLY: You got it. Tell me I'm wrong.
1:05:43
You're not blind.
1:05:44
BILLY: Look around. No one's digging you.
1:05:46
Buddy! What a fucking waste!
1:05:49
BILLY: But, like father, like son.
1:05:51
Lay off that!
1:05:52
Let me give you some good advice.
1:05:54
Your music makes sense to no one...
1:05:56
...but yourself.
1:06:16
That was fucked up what you did.
Morris and I don't like it.
1:06:19
I don't care.
1:06:22
It's obvious you don't have what it takes
to be on top.
1:06:25
But to show you we're sympathetic
to your problems...
1:06:29
...here's some tickets for tomorrow's show.
1:06:31
Enjoy it.
1:06:38
Don't forget to bring a girlfriend.
1:06:43
(Instrumental rock beat begins,
background)
1:06:45
(Cheering)
1:06:46
MC: Now, without further ado,
ladies and gentlemen, Apollonia Six!
1:06:52
(Apollonia Six begin singing Sex Shooter)