|Title||It's All Grift|
Transcript: You know what? Art... music... poetry... It's all grift. Cohen's got Ryan wrapped around his lil' pinky... and why? Because he tells him what he wants to hear. "Rise, Rapture, Rise!" Nuts! That stuff was stale before it came out Cohen's pen. I'm through with the whole piñata. Let's see that old fruit try an' keep me here...
Location: Eve's Garden, on the bar.