Steve Rubell: Not with that shirt.
[Shane turns to leave, Steve grabs his arm]
Steve Rubell: I said, not with that shirt.
[Shane pauses, then takes his shirt off, showing his six-pack]
Steve Rubell: Welcome to my party, handsome.
Shane O'Shea: [voiceover] A guy named Steve Rubell had a dream: To throw the best damned party the world had ever seen and to make it last forever. He built a world where fantasy was put up as reality and where an 80-year-old disco queen could dance till dawn. Where models mingled with mechanics, plumbers danced with princes. It was a place where all labels were left behind. A place where there were no rules.
Steve Rubell: Is he gorgeous?
Viv: He's gorgeous. Look for yourself.
Shane O'Shea: [voiceover] I was warned that Steven didn't hire any dummies and I should be on my toes because he could ask some really tricky questions.
Steve Rubell: What's two plus two?
Shane O'Shea: Huh?
Steve Rubell: You'll be fine.
Steve Rubell: Prison can be so fucking dull at night.