Barry: I wanna date a musician. Rob Gordon: I wanna live with a musician. She'd write songs at home and ask me what I thought of them, and maybe even include one of our little private jokes in the liner notes. Barry: Maybe a little picture of me in the liner notes. Dick: Just in the background somewhere.
Rob: How does he do it, you ask. How does [stops, whispers] Rob: how does an average guy like me become the number one lover-man in his particular postal district? He's grumpy, he's broke, he hangs out with the musical moron twins... [shrugs]