NASH: We must have the
best gig in the entire world ... it's true! ... We sit here ...
CROSBY: (in a whisper): Blabbermouth!
A VOICE FROM THE CROWD: Get loose!
NASH: Hang loose?
CROSBY (giggling): Looser! If I get a lot looser, I'm gonna forget
which finger is on the guitar.
NASH: What guitar? There's a good joke.
CROSBY: I did that one night at the Fillmore. In the old Fillmore
Ball-room one night, it was one of the few times I tried to play behind acid, and the
strings got the size of ropes (Howls of laughter from the audience) Song? What song? It
was very loose. It was too loose.
NASH: Lautrec.
CROSBY (after a pause): Lautrec. I knew you were gonna say it. You
couldn't resist it.
NASH: No, it's because you did that on purpose just to trigger my
psychological reaction to that remark you made.
CROSBY: Trick you! Haaaa! (Giggles.)
NASH (deadpan): He's got me exactly where I want him.
"He's got me exactly where I want
him"