Look Here, I Said Scram, Kiddo! Get Lost!

This town will eat you alive like a shark at a car wash. You’re nothing, kid. Nada. You’re on a one-way train to Nowheresville. Talk to Brenda on your way out; she’ll mail you a postcard from the career you don’t have.

All Right, Tag Along, But You Better Not Slow Me Down.

There’s something here, kid. I can’t tell yet if it’s the stuff or the shit, but we’ll find out together.

Stick With Me, Kid, And You’ll Go Places.

You’re gonna be a star. Your name in lights, your face in the trades, and your keister in a Cadillac. Do exactly what I say, and ol’ Glamtown’ll be your diamond oyster!