Faye: But I thought you already decided on The Echoes.
Jimmy: Nah, some band in Buffalo's the Echoes. And I wasn't wild about that.
Lenny: Let's just call us The - Band You're About To Hear.
Chad: How about The Corvettes?
Jimmy: Is that The Corvettes, or the Chordvettes?
Chad: No, Corvettes, like the car.
Jimmy: Well see, I was thinking like the Chord...[writes Chordvettes] *Chord*vettes, like chords in our music.
Lenny: [Guy walks in] Is that "Skitch" Patterson?
Chad: Here he is, Erie's lone beatnik.
The Bass Player: How about the Tempos? Ya know, tempos?
Lenny: Not the Tempos, the Tempos. I was in a band already called The Tempos, and we were... terrible.
Chad: Hey Guy, weren't you the drummer for the Tempos?
Guy: Heard that.
[Jimmy's not too pleased with The Wonders being at the shooting of beach flick "Weekend at Party Pier"]
Jimmy: Hey, do we have a Top 10 record?
Mr. White: You sure do.
Jimmy: Well, then, we shouldn't be here.
Mr. White: Jimmy, you'd rather be back on that state fair tour? They're playing in North Dakota this week.
[The Wonders prepare to rock the Hollywood Television Showcase]
Lenny: Skitch, how did we get here?
Guy: I led you here, sir, for I am Spartacus.
[Jimmy's infuriated about the TV footage of their performance]
Jimmy: It just appeared, like magic, for the whole world to see.
Faye: I didn't say anything, I was just as surprised as you.
Jimmy: "Careful, girls, he's engaged." Am I supposed to buy you some diamond ring now?
Faye: You're ruining this beautiful moment.
Jimmy: Where'd you get the idea that we're engaged? We're not! Last thing I need in the world!
[after Jimmy bolts the studio and Lenny is nowhere to be found]
Scott Pell: Well, I guess you don't need me today. [picks up guitar case and leaves]
Mr. White: Yeah. Wolfman, thank you very much. You're a good man, Scott Pell. Give me a call later on in the week. We'll do something. [Pell nods in agreement and leaves studio]
Guy Patterson: I can't believe this.
Mr. White: The Wonders are in breach of contract.
Guy: I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Mr. White.
Mr. White: Well, don't worry. No one's going to prison, son. It's a very common tale.
Guy: Well, maybe for you, but I was in a band, we still have a hit record.
Mr. White: Yes, you do. The one-hit Wonders. A very common tale.
Guy: My first time in a real recording studio.
Mr. White: You want to hang around for a while? Ok by me, but you're out of the hotel this afternoon. Can't help that. [approaches Guy] You know, Horace was right about you, Guy; you are the smart one. Lenny is the fool, Jimmy is the... talent, and Faye is... [sees Guy's face change at mention of her name] well, now, Faye is special, isn't she? And you are the smart one. That's what I think anyway. [leaves studio]
[Knowing that Faye could be going back east and out of his life, Guy tries to go after her]
Lamarr The Doorman: So, young squire?
Guy Patterson: [to Faye] Before you go, let me ask you one question.
Faye Dolan: Shoot.
Guy: When was the last time you were decently kissed? I mean, truly, truly, good and kissed?
Faye: Dave Gammelgard, New Year's Eve, '61.
Guy: [pause] Okay. [kisses Faye, backs off and they kiss longer as Lamarr smiles]
Faye: [having kissed] We should have done that a long time ago.