High Fidelity

When are you gonna take responsibility?

Oh, fuck! Why do you do that?

I just said don't do it and you have...

Jesus.

Bullshit! That's just part of the job!

I have to be there!

You have to be there for one drink.

- You have to be there for an hour! - Jesus.

- Are you fuckin' serious? - Not all fuckin' night,

every night!

That side of the rock

fuckin' sucks.

- That side of the rock sucks. - Sucks.

It's all about this side of the rock.

This is the side.

Hey,

let's make a promise.

- Okay? - What?

If we ever find ourselves on that side of the rock...

- Shit side of the rock. - On the shitty side of the rock.

We have to promise

that we'll remind each other

to remember

to come back to this side of the rock.

This side of the rock.

To our side of the rock.

I like that.

Deal?

Deal.

I think my mushrooms are kicking in.

Me too.

Basically I just realized he was being defensive

because he felt bad

that he put my Ian Curtis shirt in with his laundry.

And because it's vintage, it's basically destroyed.

But, you know, he didn't know, right?

And honestly, it's like it's about time I retired that shirt anyway.

I mean, how many white kids do we need repping Joy Division?

- Rob. - Hmm?

You... Never mind.

- No, what? - No, no, I just...

Oh, hey, Cam.

Oh, hey, Rob.

You fucking asshole!

I didn't speak to my best friend for a year

'cause you told me that he was a piece of shit that broke your heart.

He did break my heart!

Yes, but you left out the part where you cheated on him!

- Look, Cam, you don't understand... - Oh, fuck!

No, you're my sister, and I love you.

And I don't wanna tell you what to do. But just once,

maybe just fucking once

it would be great if you thought of someone other than yourself.

Mmm.

I'm gonna restock this.

Mm. So you cheated on Mac, huh?

Hey, it's me.

Uh, Rob.

Um... yeah, just if you could call me back,

that'd be great.

I, um, think we should... you know... talk.

Uh, okay.

Uh... bye.

Can't believe you still have my keys.

It's lucky for you.

Lucky for me.

So are you trying to sit here

and tell me

that you had sexy rooftop birthday drinks with your ex-fiancé

- and nothing happened? - Yes! Nothing happened!

We had drinks! We had pizza!

- That was it. - Oh, so now you had pizza?

Look, we had drinks, we had pizza!

I got locked out of my apartment.

I told him I cheated on him.

Hi, how you doing?

Yeah, I'm an asshole. Have a good day.

All right.

Nothing happened!

Okay, honey, we believe you.

She said nothing happened, nothing happened,

- Oh, shit! - What?

It's fucking Lionel.

- Fuck! He's such a dick. - Oh.

God, that guy's the fucking worst.

Hey, Championship gang.

- Hey, Lionel. - What's up, Lionel? What's up?

- How you doin'? - So nice to see you.

- What's up? - Not much.

I was just in the neighborhood.

I wanted to check out my favorite record store.

For sure, man.

- The place looks great. - Thank you.

Nice. There's so much cool shit here.

Thanks, man. Thank you.

How's business?

- Uh, good. Consistent. - Yeah?

Yeah, yeah. How's stuff over with you guys?

You know, it's... good I guess.

- Mm-hmm. - Same as always, right?

Cool, cool.

Holy shit!

- Wow! - Oh, yeah.

- Original pressing? - Uh-huh.

- With the Tony Visconti typo? - Visconti typo? Yeah.

Oh, no, that's incredible. I always wanted one of those.

You mind telling me where you got it?

Um... a friend gave it to me.

So you wouldn't wanna sell?

'Cause I got a guy who'd definitely pay two grand for that.

- No, man. - Ahh, I had to ask. I had to ask.

Yeah, for sure. I gotta make a phone call.

- See ya. - It's good to see you, Rob.

- Where are you going? - I'm sorry.

Hey, what are you guys up to on Saturday?

Oh, wow, yeah, I'm booked.

He's definitely free.

It's so crazy. You just said that before he walked in.

You were like, "I am so free."

- I got a barbecue. - Ohh! You love barbecues.

Gonna have my smoky baba ghanoush.

Mmm. Baba ghanoush.

Do you need me to bring anything?

No, man, I'm gonna be cooking for everybody.

Spinnin' records, eatin' some good food,

being with some of my favorite pals.

Seven?

Seven p.m. I'll see you there.

Ahh! Love you, man.

Yeah.

Oh, I love this place too.

Top five artists who reinvented themselves.

- Go. - Hold on.

Don't embarrass yourself in front of him.

It's, um... Oh, Cyndi Lauper,

- uh, Memphis Blues. - Mm-mm, no.

- Veto. - What for?

What do you mean what the fuck for?

She didn't "reinvent" herself.

She just woke up one day and was like, "I'm a blues singer."

- Does not count. - Cyndi Lauper made a blues record?

Yeah, it's surprisingly unterrible.

Listen, I'm talkin' about reinvention as in, like,

becoming something else, you know what I mean?

Like, okay, reinventing

to become something better.

Like the Beasties, the Boys,

the fuckin' Go-Gos, the fuckin' Bee Gees,

fuckin' Kraftwerk.

All legendary.

Prince, Radiohead, Bowie, Iggy Pop,

- over and over. - Exactly. Exactly.

We're connected right now.

I'm talking about these people,

they wanna reinvent themselves in order to become themselves.

You see what I'm sayin'? They reinvented themselves

in order to... slay.

All right, guys. Well, I gotta bounce, but...

Aww, Cherry, baby. You just got here.

I know, baby, but I have shit to do.

But I love you guys. Okay, bye!

- Let's leave a beer... - Just fuck it, drink it.

- Well... - Okay, what's up with her?

- What do you mean? - She has two jobs.

She's actually working at the store.

She never hangs out anymore. It's weird.

- You don't know? - Know what?

She's saving up for something.

Like what, a bigger ego?

No. That's funny, but no.

- Uh, no, the guitar. - What guitar?

What do you... The gui... the guitar. The '60s Mustang?

Daphne Blue?

- The Fender. - What are you talking about?

- She's been talking about it for weeks. - No, she hasn't.

She has, man. Look.

Look at her Instagram.

Everything... is this fricking guitar right now.

Cherise doesn't even play the guitar.

Well, I guess she wants to learn.

Seriously, man, where's your head at?

Hey, uh, it's me.

Um,

look, if you're not calling me back because of the other night,

I, I get that,

um, but if there's some other reason,

like you're trapped at the bottom of a ravine or something,

then, um, you should call me back,

'cause, I could, um... you know, send help.

Okay.

Bye.

Hey, Lily.

You're a real fucking asshole, you know that?

Jesus Christ.