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| Eddie: No I mean, do you really know where Harvard is? It's another planet man- another universe. Totally unlike the one we know. Filled with big blond guys who eat ivy and row boats. Gina: Welcome to MusicTown, may I service you? Joe: Let me explain it to you. Mitchell's the man. I'm the idiot. You're the screw-up. And we're all losers. Welcome to music town. Lucas: Joe, is it O.K. if I leave the couch? 'Cause I'm gonna leave the couch now, okay? My ass is falling asleep, so I gotta go. I'm leaving. Corey: My dad always said that there's 24 usable hours in every day. Mark: Empire Records, open 'til midnight, this is Mark... Midnight! Eddie: You forgot your thingy! Debra: I went to rock and roll heaven, and I wasn't on the guest list. Debra: No visible tatoos. Gina: No revealing clothing. Debra: We're both screwed. At least you're used to it. A.J.: Mark, listening to this crap is guaranteed to make you sterile. Mark:Maybe I want to be sterile. Warren: Who glued these quarters down? A.J.: I did. Warren: What the hell for, man? A.J.: I don't feel that I need to explain my art to you, Warren. Lucas: Always play with their minds. Debra: I tried to kill myself with a Lady Bic. A pink plastic razor with daisies on it and a moisturizing strip. A.J.: You did have hair when you went in there, right? Debra: Yeah. It's still in the sink, if you want to glue it. Warren: Why don't you take these CD's and shove them up your ass? Lucas: Because it would hurt a lot, Warren. Mitch: Why do I get the feeling that I'm being royally screwed? Joe: Because you are, Mitch. Lucas: I wonder if I'll be held responsible for this. Lucas: Joe, I think it's gonna be okay. Joe: What makes you think that? Lucas: Who knows where thoughts come from? They just appear! A.J.: What's with you? Yesterday you were normal and today you're like the Chinese guy from the Karate Kid. What's with you today? Lucas: What's with today today? Joe: What's it DOING in Atlantic City? Lucas: Recirculating! Gina: Well "Sinead O'Rebellion." Shock me shock me shock me with that deviant behavior. Warren: STOP CALLING ME WARREN! MY NAME ISN'T FUCKING WARREN! Gina: Attention Rex Manning fans, to your left you will notice a shoplifter being chased by night manager Lucas. This young man will be caught, deep fried in a vat of hot oil and served to our first hundred customers. Just another tasty treat from the gang at Empire Records. Gina: Oh no, Debra, don't be bitter, surely with your ever growing collection of flesh mutilating silver appendages and your brand new neo-nazi boot camp makeover the boys will come a-runnin'! Lucas: You know, someone like you needs to diminish their criminal impulses, not magnify them. Maybe some jazz or some classical. Warren: Maybe you bite me. Jane: Actually, his new album tested well among teenage males. Lucas: Jane, did you compare the percentage of teenage male Rex Manning fans to the incidence of homosexuality amongst teenage males? Lucas: In the immortal words of The Doors, 'The time to hesitate is through.' Mark: Damn the man! Save the Empire! Lucas: Joe, I can categorically say that you are not a bigger banana-head. Gina: Isn't it customary to leave the scene after committing the crime? Debra: Definitely an amateur. Mark: We mustn't dwell...no, not today! We CAN'T! Not on Rex Manning day! Mark: You know what Joe? One of these days, I'm gonna show you little people! Joe: Yeah, well on that day I'm gonna jump outta my wheelchair and do a dance! Jane: What are you doing later? Joe: I don't know. I'm either going to jail or hell I can't decide. Lucas: The long arm of the law has embraced our dear friend Warren. |
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