The Million Dollar Hotel

Detective Skinner: Special Agent Skinner. I'm a detective. Dixie: You got some Oragel? This fucking cavity's going into my brain. Morphine, Motrin, Tylenol, anything? Come on, you call yourself a dentist? Detective Skinner: Detective. Teeth, gums, gingivitis are out of my line. Dixie: Since I wasn't officially in the band, you know how it goes, it ain't easy. Detective Skinner: Yeah, sure. That's not exactly why I'm here. Israel Goldkiss was pushed from the roof. That makes you a suspect. Dixie: Jesus bleeding Christ! Are you paying attention? I'm talking The Beatles, here. The Fab Four. John understood. That's why they had him killed, you know? Now they're trying to kill me, because they finally realised who's behind all those songs. But I ain't seen no royalties. Detective Skinner: Yeah, that's tough. But either you cooperate, or I book you. Dixie: I've been doing nothing but cooperate my whole fucking life. That's what it's all about to be in a band. I'm not saying they weren't crea

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