Ryan Hurst: Mad Mountain
Mad Mountain : This place is starting to happen. It's still shit-ass music, you ask me.
Hilly Kristal : It's not the Grand Ole Opry.
Mad Mountain : It's hard to get Conway Twitty down to the Bowery.
Hilly Kristal : One day.
Mad Mountain : Maybe me and the boys'll hang back 'till then. Stop scaring the kids. Let you grow this place into a, uh, something. Then when you're famous, and old Twitty shows up, I'll be back and I'm bringing all my friends.
Hilly Kristal : Admission on the house.
Mad Mountain : Don't forget, we're right down the block.
Hilly Kristal : Thanks, Leslie.
Mad Mountain : Nobody calls me that. Except my grandma. All right, boys, let's get the hell out of this punk-ass excuse for a bar. You want a re-match, you know where to find me. Oh... one more thing. Clean those fucking toilets. They just... you can't... it's the sm... they're disgusting.
Hilly Kristal : What do you expect to do around here?
Lisa Kristal : Well, what do you do around here?
Hilly Kristal : Do you want a job or do you want to fight?
Lisa Kristal : I asked you for a job.
Hilly Kristal : Fine.
[she hands him the Josh Feigenbaum article and he gives it a once-over]
Hilly Kristal : Okay. To start with, bands will sound check from 4:00 to 6:00.
Taxi : Yeah.
Hilly Kristal : I'll post the lineup at 7:30. And bands don't get to decide the order. They fight, they're out.
Lisa Kristal : Got it. Anything else?
Hilly Kristal : Yeah. Bikers don't pay for their drinks.
Lisa Kristal : When?
Hilly Kristal : A lot.
Mad Mountain : Ever.
Lisa Kristal : Why not?
Hilly Kristal : Policy.
[the phone rings]
Hilly Kristal : CBGB. Hold on.
[covering the receiver]
Hilly Kristal : Bill collectors. You're hired.
[Jonathan poops on the floor]
Hilly Kristal : Cleanup on aisle ten.
Lisa Kristal : Oh, he is not talking to me, is he?
Merv Ferguson : Yes. He is.