Billy:
[irked by the Revolution's performance of "Darling Nikki"]
What the fuck wrong with you, Kid?
The Kid:
I ain't got time for your bullshit, Billy. What do you want?
Billy:
This stage is no place for your personal shit, man!
The Kid:
That's life, man.
Billy:
Life, my ass, motherfucker! This is a business, and you too far gone to see that yet! I told you before, you're not packin' them in like you used to. No one digs your music but yourself.
The Kid:
FUCK OFF!
Billy:
Yeah, okay. Just like your old man.
[Kid gives Billy an offended look]
Billy:
Look around you. No one's diggin' you. Oh, buddy, what a fuckin' waste. But, like father, like son.
The Kid:
Lay off that.
Billy:
Let me give you a piece of advice, junior: your music make sense to no one... but yourself.
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