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High Fidelity

Rob: One moment they weren't there - in not any form that interested us, anyway. And, then, the next. We couldn't miss them. They were everywhere. And they'd grown breasts! And we wanted - actually, we didn't even know what we wanted. But, it was something interesting. Disturbing.

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Rob: She was nice. Nice manners. Nice grades. Nice looking. She was so nice, in fact, that she wouldn't let me put my hand underneath or even on top of her bra. Attack and defense. Invasion and repulsion.

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Rob: To be honest, I hadn't met anyone as promising as Laura since I started DJing. I mean, promising women is kind of what the DJ thing's supposed to be about.

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Dick: She should have done it on: The Number Four With A Smile.
Barry: Wasn't her record called: Number Four With A Smile?
Dick: That's what I said.
Barry: No-no. You said: The Number Four With A Smile. There's no "the" in the front of the title of the album.
Dick: It's a reference to a

Chinese meal in Toronto. So, I think that there is "the". But, I could be wrong.
Barry: You can be and you are wrong.

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Louis: Rob, it's your turn.
Rob: Okay. I feel kinda basic today. Top five, side ones, track ones: Janie Jones, Clash, from The Clash; Let's Get It On, Marvin Gaye from Let's Get It On; Nivana, Smells Like Teen Spirit, off of Nevermind...
Barry: Oh, no, Rob. That's not obvious enough. Not at all. How about: Point of No Return on Point

of No Return. Louis, so you can get a...
Rob: Shut up! White Light/White Heat, Velvet Underground
Louis: That would be on my list.
Barry: Though not on mine.
Rob: Massive Attack, No Protection, the song is: Radiation Ruling the Nation.
Barry: Oh, kind of a new record. Very - very

nice Rob. A sly declaration of new classic status slipping into a list of old, safe ones. Very pussy!

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Rob: There's only Charlie left now - - She's in the fucking phone book! She should be living on Neptune. She's an extraterrestrial, a ghost, a myth, not a person in a phone book!

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Rob: And then we made love. It was great. That's it. I'm not going to go into all that other stuff, you know, the who did what to whom stuff. You know that song, "Behind Closed Doors," by Charlie Rich? It's one of my favorite songs. I can say we had a good time. I can say that.

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Charlie Nicholson: Hey, Jellybean!

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Laura: Look, I know it's not very romantic, Rob; but, there will be romance again at some stage.

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Barry: You think it would be wiser to start a record label, like putting out a record with business cribbling nazi youth shoplifters, than with someone you know in your bitter, jealous heart is a musical visionary!
Rob: Yeah, what do your songs sound like? Sex Pistols? Nirvana? Pop Abrams and the Smurfs?
Barry: You know what? You

wouldn't be familiar with our immediate influences.
Rob: Try me.
Barry: They're mostly German.
Rob: Kraftwerk? Falco? Hasselhoff?

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High Fidelity

Rob Gordon: Ryuichi Sakamoto... Sigue Sigue Sputnik... Break Beats... Serge Gainsbourg? What, are you guys stealing for other people?
Vince: No, those are for us.
Rob Gordon: You guys slamming to Joni Mitchell now?
Justin: You know, that's so bigoted, to look at us and think you know what we listen to!