“Look at this guy!”
“Oh, no. Oh, no: look at this nut right here.”
“This fellow right here, lemme tell you about him.”
“Take a gander at Mr. Sunglasses-and-T-shirt.”
“Oh, we all know I’m having a giggle: it’s Bobby Weir, ladies and gentlemen. My friend and bandmate for 50 years, Bobert Herbert Walker Weir.”
…
“What a kooky guy.”
“Godammit, Bobby, what’s my name?”
“I want to say The Living Armadillo, but I know that’s wrong.”
“Are you all fucked up on pills?”
“All? No. Not ‘all.'”
“I’m calling Phil.”
“No, no, no. I’m cool. You’re Billy. Your name is Billy. I was playing around with you, Billy.”
…
“Close enough.”
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