Pleased to meet you.
Wow! Looking foxy tonight man.
Would ya just watch the hair. Ya know, I work on my hair a long time and you hit it. He hits my hair.
Goddammit, every time you come home there’s trouble. Why don’t you clean yourself up a bit? Why don’t you get a haircut? Get a haircut and I’ll give you the money, you don’t even have to pay it back.
You lose my keys, you fail history, you spend all your time with your loser friend planning a band that’ll never happen. Now, you’re not to leave this house again until tomorow morning.
Excuse me: if whoever was in this house is still in the house, I’d like you to know that I’ve just called the police. I’d also like to add that I’ve got my father’s gun and a scorching case of herpes.
None of the other girls ever gave me this much trouble.
I am no man!
That ain’t no woman! It’s a man, man!
Idiot broads! Here we are, all packed, ready to leave for Miami, and what happens? The saxophone runs off with a Bible salesman, and the bass fiddle gets herself pregnant! Beinstock, I ought to fire you!
We belong in show business. We gotta start young so we can get some steel in our backbone. Well, gee, we’re developing. You couldn’t teach us a trade: we’ve GOT one. And you couldn’t do without it… Oh, we’re only kids now, but someday we’re gonna be the guys that make ya laugh and cry and think that there’s a little stardust left on life’s dirty old pan. Oh, she don’t understand: she’d put butterflies to work makin’ rubber tires!
I was born in a trunk in Pocatella, Idaho.
On top of that your ma and pa have parted! You’re broken-hearted, but you go on!
You think you can make me sing? Do you think you can - do you think George can make me sing? or Ida? You can get me there, sure, but can you make me sing? I sing for myself. I sing when I want to, whenever I want to, just for me. I sing for my own pleasure. Whenever I want - do you understand that?
Wait a minute, wait a minute, I tell ya, you ain’t heard nothin’ yet.
Don’t worry, sweetheart. If the show folds I can always get a part as understudy for my grandmother.
My mother thanks you. My father thanks you. My sister thanks you. And I thank you.
And don’t forget to tell your friends what happens if they fuck up around here. You understand?
Hey, onion-head, go on back to the shed and grab the chainsaw.
I’s scared to go down there to the car shed.