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Every generation has its poets. Take Allen Ginsberg, or Frank O'Hara, or Dylan Thomas... and yet still we get stuck with Julian Casablancas. Some notable quotables from this weekend's Strokes show in Hell-A:

"let's pretend we're on MTV.." (crowd jeers) "i'm being sarcastic, bitches!"

random guy in the mob grabs julian's microphone and screams "i love you nikki!" julian takes back the mike and says, "hey nikki, some douchebag thinks you're pretty okay."

"los angeleeees...city of celebrity envy and shit."

"let's go get subs...nick and i used to get subs for lunch in high school, you remember that? these guys, we love each other, man, we're 5 guys from new york city and i fucking love these guys and we used to get subs."

(the band takes 5 minutes to heatedly debate something) "sorry, we were arguing about 90210...did brandon fuck kelly or did kelly fuck dylan or did dylan fuck brandon?"

(dumps his drink over his head) "do you like my hair? i styled it with fucking vodka."

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