Nigel Tufnel: It's like, how much more black could this be? And the answer is none. None more black.
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Nigel Tufnel: It's like, how much more black could this be? And the answer is none. None more black.
Nigel Tufnel: You can't really dust for vomit.
Marty DiBergi: The review you had on "Shark Sandwich", which was merely a two word review, just said "Shit Sandwich".
David St. Hubbins: Well, I'm sure I'd feel much worse if I weren't under such heavy sedation.
David St. Hubbins: Here lies David St. Hubbins... and why not?
Nigel Tufnel: We've got Armadillos in our trousers. It's really quite frightening.
David St. Hubbins: Dozens of people spontaneously combust each year. It's just not really widely reported.
David St. Hubbins: They were still booing him when we came on stage.
Viv Savage: Have... a good time... all the time.
Mick Shrimpton: As long as there's, you know, sex and drugs, I can do without the rock and roll.
Viv Savage: Quite exciting, this computer magic!
Jeanine Pettibone: You don't do heavy metal in Dubly, you know.
Bobbi Flekman: Money talks, and bullshit walks.
Ian Faith: Certainly, in the topsy-turvy world of heavy rock, having a good solid piece of wood in your hand is often useful.
David St. Hubbins: We are Spinal Tap from the UK - you must be the USA!
David St. Hubbins: I'm tired of sticking up for his intelligence.
David St. Hubbins: My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo, I'd like to sink her with my pink torpedo...
Artie Fufkin: I feel like a shlub, I don't know what's happening. It's me, that's what's happening.
Nigel Tufnel: It's like, how much more black could this be? And the answer is none. None more black.
Nigel Tufnel: You can't really dust for vomit.
Marty DiBergi: The review you had on "Shark Sandwich", which was merely a two word review, just said "Shit Sandwich".
David St. Hubbins: Well, I'm sure I'd feel much worse if I weren't under such heavy sedation.
David St. Hubbins: Here lies David St. Hubbins... and why not?
Nigel Tufnel: We've got Armadillos in our trousers. It's really quite frightening.
Viv Savage: Have... a good time... all the time.
David St. Hubbins: They were still booing him when we came on stage.
Mick Shrimpton: As long as there's, you know, sex and drugs, I can do without the rock and roll.
David St. Hubbins: Dozens of people spontaneously combust each year. It's just not really widely reported.
Viv Savage: Quite exciting, this computer magic!
Marty DiBergi: It's very pretty. Nigel Tufnel: Yeah, I've been fooling around with it for a few months. Marty DiBergi: It's a bit of a departure from what you normally play. Nigel Tufnel: It's part of a trilogy, a musical trilogy I'm working on in D minor which is the saddest of all keys, I find. People weep instantly when they hear it, and I don't know why. Marty DiBergi: It's very nice. Nigel Tufnel: You know, just simple lines intertwining, you know, very much like - I'm really influenced by Mozart and Bach, and it's sort of in between those, really. It's like a Mach piece, really. It's sort of... Marty DiBergi: What do you call this? Nigel Tufnel: Well, this piece is called "Lick My Love Pump".
David St. Hubbins: He died in a bizarre gardening accident... Nigel Tufnel: Authorities said... best leave it... unsolved.
Marty DiBergi: David St. Hubbins... I must admit I've never heard anybody with that name. David St. Hubbins: It's an unusual name, well, he was an unusual saint, he's not a very well known saint. Marty DiBergi: Oh, there actually is, uh... there was a Saint Hubbins? David St. Hubbins: That's right, yes. Marty DiBergi: What was he the saint of? David St. Hubbins: He was the patron saint of quality footwear.
David St. Hubbins: I do not, for one, think that the problem was that the band was down. I think that the problem *may* have been, that there was a Stonehenge monument on the stage that was in danger of being *crushed* by a *dwarf*. Alright? That tended to understate the hugeness of the object. Ian Faith: I really think you're just making much too big a thing out of it. Derek Smalls: Making a big thing out of it would have been a good idea.
Ian Faith: Nigel gave me a drawing that said 18 inches. Now, whether or not he knows the difference between feet and inches is not my problem. I do what I'm told. David St. Hubbins: But you're not as confused as him are you. I mean, it's not your job to be as confused as Nigel.
Nigel Tufnel: Look... still has the old tag on, never even played it. Marty DiBergi: You've never played...? Nigel Tufnel: Don't touch it! Marty DiBergi: We'll I wasn't going to touch it, I was just pointing at it. Nigel Tufnel: Well... don't point! It can't be played. Marty DiBergi: Don't point, okay. Can I look at it? Nigel Tufnel: No. no. That's it, you've seen enough of that one.
Nigel Tufnel: Well, I suppose I could, uh, work in a shop of some kind, or... or do, uh, freelance, uh, selling of some sort of, uh, product. You know... Marty DiBergi: A salesman? Nigel Tufnel: A salesman, like maybe in a, uh, haberdasher, or maybe like a, uh, um... a chapeau shop or something. You know, like, "Would you... what size do you wear, sir?" And then you answer me. Marty DiBergi: Uh... seven and a quarter. Nigel Tufnel: "I think we have that." See, something like that I could do. Marty DiBergi: Yeah... you think you'd be happy doing something like-... Nigel Tufnel: "No; we're all out. Do you wear black?" See, that sort of thing I think I could probably... muster up. Marty DiBergi: Do you think you'd be happy doing that? Nigel Tufnel: Well, I don't know - wh-wh-... what're the hours?
Marty DiBergi: Let's talk about your reviews a little bit. Regarding Intravenus de Milo - "This tasteless cover is a good indication of the lack of musical invention within. The musical growth rate of this band cannot even be charted. They are treading water in a sea of retarded sexuality and bad poetry." Nigel Tufnel: That's... that's nitpicking, isn't it?
Ian Faith: The Boston gig has been cancelled... David St. Hubbins: What? Ian Faith: Yeah. I wouldn't worry about it though, it's not a big college town.
Marty DiBergi: Now, during the Flower People period, who was your drummer? David St. Hubbins: Stumpy's replacement, Peter James Bond. He also died in mysterious circumstances. We were playing a, uh... Nigel Tufnel: ...Festival. David St. Hubbins: Jazz blues festival. Where was that? Nigel Tufnel: Blues jazz, really. Derek Smalls: Blues jazz festival. Misnamed. Nigel Tufnel: It was in the Isle of, uh... David St. Hubbins: Isle of Lucy. The Isle of Lucy jazz and blues festival. Nigel Tufnel: And, uh, it was tragic, really. He exploded on stage. Derek Smalls: Just like that. David St. Hubbins: He just went up. Nigel Tufnel: He just was like a flash of green light... And that was it. Nothing was left. David St. Hubbins: Look at his face. Nigel Tufnel: Well, there was... David St. Hubbins: It's true, this really did happen. Nigel Tufnel: It's true. There was a little green globule on his drum seat. David St. Hubbins: Like a stain, really. Nigel Tufnel: It was more of a stain than a globule, actually. David St. Hubbins: You know, several, you know, dozens of people spontaneously combust each year. It's just not really widely reported.
Bobbi Flekman: You put a *greased naked woman* on all fours with a dog collar around her neck, and a leash, and a man's arm extended out up to here, holding onto the leash, and pushing a black glove in her face to sniff it. You don't find that offensive? You don't find that sexist? Ian Faith: This is *1982*, Bobbi, c'mon! Bobbi Flekman: That's *right*, it's 1982! Get out of the '60s. We don't have this mentality anymore. Ian Faith: Well, you should have seen the cover they *wanted* to do! It wasn't a glove, believe me.
Nigel Tufnel: You like this? Marty DiBergi: It's very nice. It looks like hollow wood. Nigel Tufnel: This is my exact inner structure, done in a tee shirt. Exactly medically accurate. See? Marty DiBergi: So in other words if we were to take all your flesh and blood... Nigel Tufnel: Take them off. This is what you'd see. Marty DiBergi: It wouldn't be green though. Nigel Tufnel: It is green. You see how your blood looks blue. Marty DiBergi: Yeah, well that's just the vein. That's the color of the vein. The blood is actually red. Nigel Tufnel: Oh then, maybe it's not green. Anyway this is what I sleep in sometimes.
Nigel Tufnel: The sustain, listen to it. Marty DiBergi: I don't hear anything. Nigel Tufnel: Well you would though, if it were playing.
Derek Smalls: Can I raise a practical question at this point? Are we gonna do "Stonehenge" tomorrow? David St. Hubbins: *NO*, we're not gonna fucking do "Stonehenge"!
Derek Smalls: Remember at Luton Palace we were talking about writing a rock musical based on the life of Jack the Ripper. David St. Hubbins: Yeah! David St. Hubbins: You're a naughty one... Derek Smalls, David St. Hubbins: Saucy Jack... David St. Hubbins: You're a haughty one, saucy Jack.
Derek Smalls: That's not to say I haven't had my visionary moments. I've taken acid seventy... five, seventy-six times. Marty DiBergi: 76? Derek Smalls: Yeah, so I've had my moments in the sky.
Derek Smalls: Isn't there a law against this sort of thing? Surely you can't just buy a full page ad in the music papers and publish your divorce demands. Derek Smalls: What do you mean 'I paid for it'? Derek Smalls: Joint account! Fuck! Can't we just have her killed? You know people.
Marty DiBergi: Do you have a philosophy, or creed that you live by? Mick Shrimpton: Well, like, personally, I like to think about sex and drugs and rock'n'roll, you know, that's my life.
Marty DiBergi: You two were at school together? Nigel Tufnel: We're not university material. David St. Hubbins: What's that on your finger? Nigel Tufnel: It's my gum. David St. Hubbins: What are you doing with it on your finger? Nigel Tufnel: I might need it later. David St. Hubbins: Put it on the table, that's terrible. Nigel Tufnel: No, I might forget it on the table. David St. Hubbins: Fucking awful, you can't take him anywhere.
