[The boys walk to a manhole wearing garbage bags]
Ricky:
This is fucked up, Julian.
Julian:
Look boys, I'm sorry, alright? The security's a little tight. This'll be fun man.
Bubbles:
This is not fuckin' fun, Julian! This is bullshit!
Julian:
You wanna see Rush, Bubbles?
Bubbles:
Yes, I wanna see Rush!
Julian:
Get down there. You want me to go next?
Bubbles:
Please. What if something gets me?
Bubbles:
Ah! Something licked me on the knee! Something licked me!
[Julian lifts up a grate]
Bubbles:
We did it Julian. Was that the Alex Lifeson?
Julian:
Shh!
Bubbles:
That is him!
Ricky:
Shh!
Alex Lifeson:
Sorry, Randy? I got this t-shirt for you to wear tonight on stage during the guitar changes.
Randy:
No thanks, Alex. I don't wear shirts.
Alex Lifeson:
Oh, no. You gotta wear a shirt. Please.
Randy:
Never do.
Jim:
Randy doesn't wear shirts, Mr. Lifeson. That's just the way it is.
Alex Lifeson:
Well, Mr. Lahey, maybe you can talk him into wearing this shirt.
Jim:
He doesn't wear shirts, not even in the winter time.
[Notices Ricky, Julian and Bubbles walking towards them]
Jim:
How did you idiots get in here?!
Bubbles:
Hi, Alex.
Ricky:
Don't worry about it, Lahey. Hey, I know this guy!
Randy:
How's this shit?
Bubbles:
See this, Randy? When somebody like Alex Lifeson gives you a fuckin' t-shirt to put on, you're puttin' the fuckin' thing on. I don't care if you don't wear shirts.
Randy:
I don't wear a frig! [Bubbles attempts to put the t-shirt on Randy]
Jim:
Randy doesn't wear shirts!
[Bubbles struggles to get Randy to wear the t-shirt while the other try to pry him off]
Jim:
[To the security guards] Take the garbage downtown, boys.
[The guards drag the boys away]
Donny:
WHAT IN THE FUCK?!
[The boys get out of the cab]
Bubbles:
This is fucked!
Ricky:
Fuckin' believe we gotta go down the same!
Julian:
Boys, it wasn't that bad.