Little Latin Lupe Lu
BARRY: Come on dude. Play it. Don’t you want to hear what’s next?
ROB: What’s next?
BARRY: Play it!
ROB: Say it.
BARRY: “Little Latin Lupe Lu.”
DICK: Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels?
BARRY: No! The Righteous Brothers.
DICK: Well. Nevermind.
BARRY: No. Not nevermind. You tell me right now what’s wrong with the Righteous Brothers?
DICK: Nothing. I just prefer the other one.
ROB: How can it be bullshit to state a preference?
BARRY: Since when did this shop become a fascist regime?
ROB: Since you brought that bullshit tape in.
BARRY: Oh man. That’s great. That’s the fun of working in a record store. Playing crappy pap you don’t want to listen to. I thought this tape was going to be a fuckin’, a conversation stimulator, man. I was going to ask you for your top five records to play on a Monday morning and all that, and you just fucking had to ruin it.
ROB: We’ll do it next Monday.
BARRY: No! I want to do it now!
(I found this record at an antique store today. I didn’t buy it. But it made me happy nonetheless.)