'Hey man. This cat Francis Coppola's made this movie about us guys and you gotta see it. So who says there's no plot? - it's about this guy who fights other guys and his mad brother comes back and saves him from gettin' killed and then gets shot by the cop who's after his butt, man. No dialogue? Sure, there's dialogue: not much you could print, or hear maybe, but who cares, man? Watch us lurch around the pool hall, man, or stumble round the streets lookin' for a rumble, man. I mean that's our lifestyle, up there on the screen. What else d'ya want, man? Entertainment? What's that man? Heavy sex right? Well, you got that too, man, and all in that real sleazy black and white, man - I tell you, it's real neat. You agree, right? So how come you went to sleep, man? Don't you know nothin' about communication? '(DQ)