- Bryan Ferry: I am Bryan Ferry!
- Naboo: Have you ever seen Bryan Ferry?
- Bryan Ferry: Yeah, what's your point?
- Naboo: You look like Terry Wogan.
- Vince Noir: [digging in a small paper bag] Do you want something to eat?
- Howard Moon: Yeah, actually. I'm quite hungry.
- Vince Noir: I've got it all in here. Ultra Violets. Flying Saucers. Strawberry Bootlace. C'mon. Get involved.
- Howard Moon: Have you got any food?
- Vince Noir: Yeah. Satin Zingers...
- Howard Moon: No, like *real* food -
- Vince Noir: ...Neptune Fizz.
- Howard Moon: - you ever heard of rice?
- Vince Noir: I've heard of Rice Krispies.
- Vince Noir: [Vince and Howard are driving in a van. Vince holds up a cassette tape] This is the best of the sixties.
- Vince Noir: [holds up another cassette] And this is the best of the seventies.
- Vince Noir: [lifts a huge stack of cassettes] And this is Gary Numan.
- Howard Moon: Er, no. No way. I'm not having that. Absolutely not, I'm drawing a line under that. That's it.
- Vince Noir: What? Why?
- Howard Moon: I'm driving, it's my music we're having.
- Vince Noir: Not Jazz!
- Howard Moon: [lifts cassette] No. This, my friend, is Jazz Funk.
- Vince Noir: Ohh, the double! That's even worse!
- Howard Moon: The mixture. The cerebral musicality of Jazz mixed with the visceral groove of funk.
- Vince Noir: Funk?
- Howard Moon: Imagine that.
- Vince Noir: Funk?
- Howard Moon: What a combo.
- Vince Noir: Jazz's deformed cousin!
- Bryan Ferry: Ah, a demo tape, how nice. Of course, it is all MP3 now. This is obsolete.
- [Throws it away]
- Howard Moon: [Vince gives the Bear a magazine] What are you doing?
- Vince Noir: Giving him something to read.
- Howard Moon: "The Face"? He's a Russian Bear!
- Vince Noir: So what?
- Howard Moon: Give him some Chekhov.
- [Hands Vince a play by Chekhov. Vince passes it back to the Bear]