“Billy, you look terrible.”
“I’m not Billy, Bob.”
…
“Mickey?”
“No, we’re Phish.”
“You look like men.”
“With a ‘ph,’ Bob.”
“Obviously: around 7.4, fairly alkaline.”
“We are not the Grateful Dead, Bobby.”
“Not with that attitude. And, uh, actually: one of you is a Grateful Dead. Decade from now or so.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Listen: I’m standing in the middle of musicians being the best-looking one. Sounds like the Dead to me.”
…
“I’m sorry your friend died, Mr. Bobby. My gerbil died and I cried so hard.”
“Thanks, Page.”
Tray and Fish look so nonplussed and Mike and Page look like they were deadheads.
Phish in their “deer in the headlights” daze.
Look between Page and Mike!
Cocaine is a a hell of a drug.