Mark: that's the kind of guy [...]
aynsley: when you just stopped it was running on your head
howard: well i had to do an edward arnold slow-burn, man, there was nothing else i could do, 'cept play it for all it was worth
aynsley: i said the only other thing to do is go get another can of beer and pour it over his head . . .
howard: well, it was already getting silly, man. i mean, it was remedial as it is, i think . . .
fz: ha ha!
howard: let's not make it too childish
aynsley: [...]
mark: every night for a year and a half, man, no matter how sick i was, or how i felt on stage . . .
?: howie [...]
mark: he, i used to sing, he used to sing "how is the weather" in "happy together" and pour a whole glass of water over my head, man, and he liked it so much that he made it an integral part of the show, the kids loved it, so i just let it keep happening
aynsley: he can't stand it, man, that's all . . .
mark: and you're just a pansy ass, kiss ass little girl . . .
?: ha ha ha!
mark: simmons!
howard: beer is another thing, man! i'm fucking soaked!
mark: they use beer in some shampoos, howard
howard: i don't give a shit, that's all i know it that water would dry up and not stain, and he ruined my shoes, man! i can't believe it
?: ohhh!
mark: materialist!
howard: hey lookit, pat mcgregor!
mark: materialistic! materialistic!
howard: you're the dude who said . . .
(scuffle)
fz: oh oh oh!
mark: materialist!
?: ohhh
howard: don't do it to you, i don't have any beer, man
aynsley: okay
mark: "new york's so lonely . . . "
howard: i can't even . . . you keep your hands off me you creep
mark: "and you are the only . . . "
jeff: you creep, ha ha!
howard: stop it, man!