The phonograph stopped playing; the stack had run out.
"Like, I better flip the deck," one of the young hipsters said.
"No, man, don't play no more records," Red said.
"Yes, man."
"I don't want to listen to no more of them records!"
"All reet, all reet, Red, I only thought-"
"They're dragging me!" Red shouted.
"Yeah, yeah man." The companion touched the hipster's sleeve. "Like we better cut, Jim." The hipsters left.