- Dorothy Jane Torkelson: [no-one can get tickets to the upcoming rock concert] Hey, where's Sam?
- Gregory Morgan: She's upset because of the tickets. Y'know, I don't get it. What is the big deal, anyway? Shelling out forty bucks to see a guy wear his pants so low you can see his underwear. You can pay a plumber half that for the same effect.
- Dorothy Jane Torkelson: You have to look beyond the surface. Tommy Tom is a poet. His lyrics reflect the pain and hopes and fears that we're all feeling.
- Gregory Morgan: Oh yeah, of course. Like, ah, 'Do it, baby, do it. Do it, baby, do it. Do it. Ah-hah. You've done it.' Hoah, that really speaks to my fears. Mainly my fears that he'll write another song.