Empire Records Page #4

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- Mitchell is the man.

And "the man" calls all the shots.

Damn the man.

Let me explain it to you.

Mitchell's the man, I'm the idiot...

and you're the screw-up,

and we're all losers.

Welcome to Music Town.

"No visible tattoos."

"No revealing clothing."

We're both screwed.

At least you're used to it.

No, Debra, don't be bitter.

With your ever-growing collection of...

flesh-mutilating silver appendages...

and your brand-new

neo-Nazi boot-camp makeover...

- the boys will come running.

- Let's not fight, let's just rip.

But we mustn't dwell.

No, not today.

We can't!

Not on Rex Manning Day.

Is it okay if I leave the couch,

'cause I'm leaving the couch, okay?

My ass has fallen asleep.

I've got to go. I'm leaving.

- I notice you didn't leave the couch.

- Not the whole couch.

I've decided I'm going to start a band.

Really?

First thing you need is a name.

Then you'll know what kind of band it is.

Yeah, I know, I know.

I was thinking of "Marc."

What do you think?

Is that with a "c" or a "k"?

My name is with...

a "k."

So I was thinking

maybe my band could be with a "c"...

so that way it's a psychedelic trip thing.

Always play with their minds.

Nice selection.

- Help you with anything?

- No, I'm all right.

- You like music?

- Yeah.

Me, too.

The fat man walks alone.

What's up?

What are you, some kind of weirdo?

It's a big coat you're wearing.

Lots of pocket room.

See you.

I'm sure I'll bump into you.

Shoplifter!

Isn't it customary to leave the scene

after committing a crime?

Definitely an amateur.

Attention, Rex Manning fans, to your left...

you will notice a shoplifter

being chased by the night manager.

This young man will be caught...

deep-fried in a vat of hot oil,

and served to our first 100 customers.

Just another tasty treat

from the gang at Empire Records.

Sh*t.

- He cut it too short.

- No, it's fine. Really.

It's fabulous.

Oh, God.

Look at this place!

There is no gig too small, all right?

Middle America buys your records.

We got a lot of fans waiting.

This is Joe Reaves

from the Empire Records store.

We have a shoplifter in custody.

How old are you?

Old enough to kick your butt through your skull

and splatter your brains on the wall.

He's a juvenile.

What's your name?

Warren Beatty.

Okay, stand up.

Hold these against your chest,

stand against the wall.

Let them photograph you.

Why don't you shove them up your ass?

Because it would hurt a lot, Warren.

Take him over there.

And they said no revealing clothing,

didn't they?

I think Music Town is actually torn

on the revealing garment issue.

I think so.

Revealing clothing.

Gina, would you get dressed.

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