-
(casette snaps in to place)
-
SAM: Dean, I can explain what was going on.
-
DEAN: No, no, no.
-
(Bob Seger's "Night Moves")
-
Don't "Night Moves" me.
-
DEAN: Shhh.
-
Just let it wash over you.
-
Just take it in.
-
(Sam scoffs)
-
(BOB SEGER: I was a little too tall,
could've used a few pounds)
-
(tight pants, points, hardly reknown)
-
(She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes)
-
SAM: This is ridiculous.
-
(BOB SEGER: And points all her own
sitting way up high)
-
DEAN: One of the greatest rock writers of all time, Samuel.
-
It's Sam.
-
(BOB SEGER: Way up firm and high)
-
(Out past the cornfields
where the woods got heavy)
-
SAM: Out in the backseat of
my brother's 67 Chevy
-
You started this. You started this.
-
DEAN: Here we go. Come on now.
-
BOTH: Working on our night moves.
-
(BOB SEGER: trying to make some
front page drive-in news)
-
SAM: Next time I choose.
-
DEAN: Hands off the wheel.
-
SAM: You're not even looking at the road.
-
(BOB SEGER: In the summertime...ooo)