Nikki Sixx:
So you think you got it?
Mick Mars:
Let's just fucking play it.
[the band plays "Live Wire". In the middle of the song, Mick bursts into a loud solo, which puts Rick off guard]
Rick:
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold up!
[the band stops playing]
Rick:
Hey, you mind turning it down a little bit, old timer? I can't hear myself. Jesus.
Mick Mars:
[turning to Nikki]
Fucking hippie ain't gonna make it.
Nikki Sixx:
So tell him.
[Mick approaches Rick]
Mick Mars:
Listen to me. There's only room for one guitar player in this band, and that's me. So why don't you, uh, pack up your toys and go home?
[confused look on Rick's face]
Rick:
Okay, I was here first, all right? Tommy, tell him.
[Tommy drops his drum stick]
Rick:
Nikki? Come on.
[Nikki shrugs]
Rick:
Really? You're gonna listen to this old dude over me? Then fuck you guys, man!
[Rick unplugs his guitar]
Rick:
And your shitty fucking band.
[Rick leaves the apartment in tears]
Tommy Lee:
So how old are you, Mick?
Mick Mars:
Fuck you, you fucking teenager.
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