Abbie Hoffman: Reporting is just a bourgeois concept; people think that they can relate to it objectively, which is an illusion.
Chris de Burgh: Their families have no idea what has happened to them.
Hoffman: They’re silent, they’re shut up because they’re dead.
De Burgh: No light, no furniture, no water, no heat, bitterly cold.
Hoffman: Oh you’re in the suburbs, oh you’re white, I forgot, right.
De Burgh: I disagree with you there.
Hoffman: It’s my right to have my own state of mind.
De Burgh: I can’t be bothered with Twitter. Life’s too short. I do Facebook.
Hoffman: Why do you want to be somebody without opinions? Did you ever think about it?
De Burgh: I’m surprised you asked that question, although I suppose I shouldn’t be.
Hoffman: There is no significance. There’s no such concept as fairness.
De Burgh: But the things I read about myself are completely irrelevant. I just like me.
Hoffman: Um, I don’t particularly care. It’s good, it’s in Technicolor, I did it in five days.
De Burgh: I take the microphone and leave the band and walk through the audience, hugging people.