Ringo Starr: He's writing a song for gay marriage, you know, like it's not allowed. It's allowed now.
Conner: There's no such thing as selling out anymore, man. This is how big business works. I mean, nowadays, if you don't sell out, people will wonder if nobody asked you to.
Conner: Harry, what the hell?
Harry: First of all, this is an 18,000-seat arena. Nobody sells this out. You sold 15,000 seats. That's still really good.
Conner: No, it's not good. Hammerleg sold this place out last week.
Harry: Well, Aquaspin agrees with you. They're concerned about ticket sales.
Conner: What? But it's an 18,000 seat place. Nobody sells that out.
Harry: Hammerleg did last week.
Harry: Conner, don't worry about it. You were up there for, like, ten seconds.
Conner: Ten seconds is an eternity, Harry. It's a third of the way to Mars.
Harry: Conner, we've talked about this. Thirty Seconds to Mars is the name of a band. It's not a fact.
Paula: We'd like to get to the point where Connor is everywhere, like oxygen or gravity or clinical depression.
Paula: Conner's music may not be what I listen to in my free time, but it seems to make so many people money.