D.V. DeVincentis, Steve Pink, John Cusack and Scott Rosenberg - High Fidelity - Reaction To Breaking Up lyrics

[Rob Gordon] (He grimaced) What f--king Ian guy?! Laura doesn't know anybody called Ian. There's no Ian in her office. She has no friends called Ian! I'm almost certain she has never met anyone named Ian in her entire life. She lives in an --"Ian-less" universe. (He picked up a letter on the mail table in the hallway of his apartment building - it was a cable service bill to Mr. I. Raymond) 'I. Raymond' Ray. 'I.' Ian. (He crumpled it, then spoke to the camera) Mr. I. Raymond, "Ray" to his friends and more importantly, to his neighbor. The guy who, until about six weeks ago, lived upstairs. I start to remember things about him now. His horrible clothes and hair. His music: Latin, Bulgarian, whatever world music was trendy that week. He had rings on his fingers. Awful cooking smells. I never liked him much then, and I f--kin' hate him now. (He remembered how he and Laura had laid in bed together) We used to listen to him having s**, upstairs. (He was unable to sleep - he had a nightmarish dream of Ian and Laura having wild crazy s** on a creaky bed above him) You are as abandoned and noisy as any character in a p**n film, Laura. You are Ian's plaything, responding to his touch with shrieks of orgasmic delight. No woman in the history of the world is having better s** than the s** you are having with Ian in my head.