Man, leaning against parked delivery truck, yelling:
YEAH, HI, DO YOU HAVE BLAME IT ON RIO?
IT’S OUT?
DO YOU KNOW WHEN IT’LL BE BACK IN?
NO? OK, BYE.
Man, striding down avenue, yelling, then not:
NO. DIVA.
NOT FEVER!
D-I-V-A!
Diva. Yes.
Woman, walking through downtown square, laughing, brief shout (possibly misheard):
Ha ha, yeah, all the time. He’s all Uncle Buck.
Yeah, ha ha ha, ALL THE TIME.
Oh, oh, he’s totally conscious of it. He’s totally doing it.
Woman leaving restaurant with take-out:
I have to pick up Harry and the Hendersons on the way home again. I don’t know why I don’t just buy it.
I should, I should. I really should.
Man pacing in front of convenience store:
Yeah, that sounds fun. You can’t wait for that, right? My Dinner with fucking Andre.
Man waiting for bus:
He compared it to Eating Raoul.
I’m gonna see it anyway.
Yeah, Eating Raoul.