Beth: What are you getting so crazy about? It’s just music. It’s not that big a deal.
Shrevie: It is! Don’t you understand? This is important to me!
Beth: Shrevie, why do you yell at me? I never hear you yell at any of your friends.
Shrevie: Look, pick a record, okay.
Beth: What?
Shrevie: Just pick any record. Any record! Okay, what’s the hit side?
Beth: “Good Golly Miss Molly”
Shrevie: Ok, now ask me what’s on the flip side.
Beth: Why?
Shrevie: Just, just ask me what’s on the flip side, okay?
Beth: What is on the flip side?
Shrevie: “Hey, Hey, Hey” 1958. Specialty Records. [beat] See? You don’t ask me things like that, do you? No! You never ask me what’s on the flip side.
Beth: No! Because I don’t give a shit. Shrevie, who cares about what’s on the flip side of a record?
Shrevie: I do! Every one of my records means something! The label, the producer, the year it was made. Who was copying whose style, who’s expanding on that. Don’t you understand? When I listen to my records they take me back to certain points in my life, okay? Just don’t touch my records, ever! The first time that I met you? Modell’s sister’s high school graduation party, right? 1955. And “Ain’t That A Shame” was playing when I walked into the door!