(The band is stuck in the rain with a flat tire)
Charlie: Oh, bloody hell! Why are we even doing this!?
Liam: Chin up, mate. We're headlining.
Charlie: Headlining? We're playing Clitheroe. The arse end of nowhere.
Liam: A gig's a gig. We're building our fan base.
Charlie: Will our fan base pay for a new sodding tyre?
Liam: Only if we show up. So let's just get on with it, shall we?
Charlie: You know what, Liam? You get on with it. I quit.
Liam: You're giving up?
Charlie: There's nothing to give up on! We're broke! The album's not selling. We're a bloody joke!