| Quote | Picture # |
-What's with you today? -What with today today? | |
-I told Mitchell that the money was still here. -Joe that's not true, it's in Atlantic City. I swear! | |
| I'M BRINGING REX HIS LUNCH! | |
| ''Say no more, mon amour, say no more…'' | |
| We mustn't dwell... no, not today. We CAN'T. Not on Rex Manning day. | |
| Empire Records, open till midnight, this is Mark. (pause) Midnight! | |
| This music is the glue of the world Mark. It's what holds it all together. Without this, life would be meaningless. | |
| I don't like the chair. | |
| We're both screwed. At least you're used to it. | |
| Mitchell's the man. I'm the idiot. You're the screw-up. And we're all losers. Welcome to Music Town. | |
-His name isn't Warren. -His name isn't Warren? -His name isn't Warren. -I thought his name was Warren. | |
| The fat man walks alone. | |
-Hey Lucas, is it true you committed the perfect crime? -Not entirely perfect. | |
| Attention Rex Manning fans, to your left you will notice a shoplifter being chased...this young man will be caught, deep fried and served to our first hundred customers. | |
-I think it's gonna be okay. -What makes you think that? -Who knows where thoughts come from? They just appear. | |
| Empire Records, open till midnight, this is Mark. (pause) Midnight! | |
| We're both screwed. At least you're used to it. | |
-His name isn't Warren. -His name isn't Warren? -His name isn't Warren. -I thought his name was Warren. | |
| They cut it too short. | |
| I'M BRINGING REX HIS LUNCH! | |
| ''Say no more, mon amour, say no more…'' | |
| I really think Music Town is torn on the revealing garment issue. | |
-Take the lead. -What? -Go on, Gina. | |
| Welcome to Music Town, may I service you? | |
-I told Mitchell that the money was still here. -Joe that's not true, it's in Atlantic City. I swear! | |
| …and I talked to God, and she says 'yo, wassup?', and she wants you to lose the gun. | |
| We mustn't dwell... no, not today. We CAN'T. Not on Rex Manning day. | |
| What? No Applause? | |
| I hate this funeral. | |
| I am guided by a force much greater than luck. | |
| I don't like the chair. | |
-Who glued these quarters down? -I did. -What the hell for, man? -I don't feel that I need to explain my art to you, Warren. | |
-What's with you today? -What with today today? | |
| The fat man walks alone. | |
| Mitchell's the man. I'm the idiot. You're the screw-up. And we're all losers. Welcome to Music Town. | |
| This music is the glue of the world Mark. It's what holds it all together. Without this, life would be meaningless. | |
| Well, Sinead O'Rebellion! Shock-me-shock-me-shock-me with that deviant behavior! | |