it’s a chest infection, mike. he’ll be fine. how are ticket sales?

real love’s hard to come by. so you find a way to cope without it.

piano players i’ve got. ten a penny, mate.

oh, lawdy mama, those friday nights when suzie wore her dresses tight and the crocodile rocking was out of sight

is it true you’re worth 25 million pound?

no, i’ve sorted the backup band, don’t worry.

what are you doing on your own up here, huh? miserable bastard. you’re missing all the fun downstairs.

at your house in la, mr. john.

you are a shit-hot piano player, you have an amazing voice, and i’m telling you, there is something special that happens… when you sing our songs.

i could see by your outfit that you are a cowboy these words he did say as i boldly walked by come site down beside me and hear my sad story got shot in the breast and i know i must die

and you’re gonna have to talk to your parents. make sure they know what to say. those are the first doors reporters knock on.

- nice job. - nice suit.

okay, okay. then we’ll tell doug to refund everyone’s ticket, and we’ll send everybody home, and- hey, ray.

your little friend is a homosexual.

good to see you, doug.

now, shiela and fred’s boy is gonna sing us a couple of songs on the piano. reggie dwight!

dad, there’s a rolls-royce outside.

hold me closer, tiny dancer count the headlights on the highway lay me down in sheets of linen you’ve had a busy day today

well, they’re packed pretty tight in here tonight i’m looking for a dolly who’ll see me right i may use a little muscle to get what i need i may sink a little drink and shout out “she’s with me!”

oh, oh, oh, oh oh, the change is gonna do me good