Eddie Wilson:
[getting ready to practice "Betty Lou's Got a New Pair of Shoes"] Let's get on with the music. 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. [starts the song] Hold it, hold it! Wait a minute, wait a minute!
Sal Amato:
What the matter?
Eddie Wilson:
What's the matter, where you racing to, where's the fire?
Sal Amato:
No fire. That's the way the song was written, it goes that way: upbeat. What's the problem?
Eddie Wilson:
The problem is I'm just saying words. You know, you got to give me a little room so people will what I'm singing about.
Sal Amato:
Hey, you lose the beat, people miss a step, we want them to dance.
Eddie Wilson:
Lose a beat, miss a step. What a you a moron, Sal?
Sam Amato:
Do you believe this guy?
Eddie Wilson:
Look, Sal, I like your stuff. But it just ain't what I was looking for. You understand?
Sal Amato:
Forget it, you had your mind made up before you ever started. So what am I knocking myself out for?
Eddie Wilson:
Look, I don't want to argue with you, Sal. Do you want to get another opinion on the subject?
Sal Amato:
No! Forget it.
Eddie Wilson:
Joann, what do you think?
Sal Amato:
What are you asking her for?
Eddie Wilson:
Why not ask her, she's got brain?
Sal Amato:
I don't know anything? She knows, huh? Everybody you bring into this bank is an expert, except Sally. Sally's just a dumb guinea, right?
Eddie Wilson:
You dumb guinea. [looking at Frank] Hey, kid, come here.
Frank Ridgeway:
Who, me?
Eddie Wilson:
Yeah, you, come here.
[Franks slowly walks over]
Eddie Wilson:
Now, you heard what we're talking about. What do you think?
Frank Ridgeway:
[agreeing with Eddie] I think he's right, I think it needs a caesura.
Eddie Wilson:
[pointing to himself] See, my way with a caesurian.
