Steve, Glen and others in “Bodies”

[To Glen reading newspaper] What's it say?

Typical NME nonsense.

Yeah, so stuck-up.

Mm. Read it out.

Why?

It's our first review. Be nice for us all to hear it out loud together.

I'm not your nursery school teacher.

Sorry, I thought you were, seeing as you dress exactly like her.

[Laughs and throws newspaper across table] Read it yourself.

[Clears throat and reads] Yeah... Typical NME.

Mm.

Not worth reading, to be honest.

Nah. Except for that last bit.

Yeah, Malcolm's gonna love that.

Yeah.

Which bit? Which bit again?

The last bit. [John comes in] Oh, finally! Now we can rehearse! Have you read it?!

Not interested.

Oh, I bet he's read it. I bet he's bought up every copy in Finsbury Park and wallpapered his room with it.

What do you want to be, Glen?

You what?

I know what I wanna be. I wanna be in a band where the geezer what writes the words writes some. "Lazy Sod" might be a bit simple, but it's better than fսck all, which is all you've come up with.

How am I supposed to be inspired, when my collaborators are a mummy's boy, a pleaser, and a moron?

How about I fix your teeth with my guitar? Maybe that'll inspire you.

Yeah, where's all this come from?

The NME's gone to his head.

I have not read it!

Liar!

[He kicks table] Ow!

[Laughs at John who throws a mug at the wall shattering it then storms out] What the fսck?! My favourite mug!

We should get another singer.

[Walking out] Steve, can I have a word? I'm leaving.