INT. RECORD STORE - STOCK ROOM - LATER
Rob is on his knees, opening boxes with a razor knife. He
talks to us as he works.
I'm sick of the sight of this
place, to be honest. Some days I'm
Dick sticks his head in the door, looks at Rob, looks where
Rob is looking (camera), and retreats back through the door.
I'm afraid I'll go berserk, rip the
Elvis Costello mobile from the
ceiling, throw the "Country Artists
Male A-K" rack out onto the streets,
go off to work in a Virgin Megastore
and never come back --