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Lindsey Buckingham goes to his old friend Stevie Nicks for a job.
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| Lindsey, you're a great guitarist and I appreciate you coming all the way to Paradise Valley, but I don't need you to tour with me. | |
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| Please, Stevie? I need the job. My only source of income is royalties from rental car commercials. Kristen wanted me to stop for Viagra on the way home, but I can't afford it. | |
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| Haha. No, I'm not laughing. Yeah, commercials. And people think I'm the whore in the band... You need to get gigs on your own, not come running to me for help. You...are you staring at my breasts? | |
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| Um...no. Of course not! I just need money. This Pac-Man t-shirt I bought at the thrift shop is the only shirt I own. | |
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| You're creeping me out with your staring! Don't say you aren't checking me out! I know when you're lying. Remember when you claimed that the empty Grecian 5 packages in the trash weren't yours? | |
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| I didn't come here to be treated like this. I may be old, fat, and sound like a frog, but you sing like a goat! Mick only slept with you because I didn't want him! I'm going. | |
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