I like a challenge. If you want an easy job, go work for the Red Cross.
WHAT YOU’RE HIRED FOR, is to help us… does that seem clear to you? TO HELP US, not to… FUCK US UP… to help those who are going out there to try to earn a living… You fairy. You company man.
I’m a baad boy.
You’re a good looking fellow, do you know that? People laugh at you, people hate you, but why do they hate you? Because… they are jealous. Look at that boyish face. Look at that sweet smile. Do you wanna talk about physical strength? Do you want to talk about sheer muscle? Do you want to talk about the Olympian ideal? You are a God. And listen to me, you are not evil. You… are… good.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock. The meat it feeds on…
Just picture a great big steak –
Fried, roasted or stewed
Oh, food
Wonderful food
Marvellous food
Glorious food
Boy, Bandini, they’re eating in here because they want to.
You ain’t gonna eat no bread, no corn, no pie, cake, desserts of any kind. No whole milk, no beans, no butter, no sugar, no potatoes, candy, ice cream, salad dressing or peanut butter… You came here with nothing but fat. You’re gonna leave here with nothing but muscle.
I am what I am and that’s all that I am!
I can tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars outside. I can tell you that our waitress is left-handed and the guy sitting up at the counter weighs two hundred fifteen pounds and knows how to handle himself. I know the best place to look for a gun is the cab or the gray truck outside, and at this altitude, I can run flat out for a half mile before my hands start shaking. Now why would I know that? How can I know that and not know who I am?
I walked by Union Square Bar. I was going to go in. Then I saw myself - my reflection in the window - and I thought, “I wonder who that bum is?” And then I saw it was me. Now look at me. I’m a bum. Look at me! Look at you. You’re a bum. Look at you. And look at us. Look at us. C’mon look at us! See? A couple of bums.
We’re a couple of swells
We stop at the best hotels
But we prefer the country far away from the city smells
So in the late fall of 1982 when I heard that Tap was releasing a new album called ‘Smell the Glove’, and was planning their first tour of the United States in almost 6 years to promote that album, well needless to say I jumped at the chance to make the documentary, the, if you will, “rockumentary” that you’re about to see. I wanted to capture the, the sights, the sounds, the smells, of a hard-working rock band on the road.
Your attention, please. The story you are about to see is true; the names have been changed to protect the innocent. For example: George Baker is now called “Sylvia Wiss.”
Hey… you wanna see something really scary?
When you get to be older, there isn’t a lot left to be frightened of.
I was just reciting the Shepard’s Prayer. Alan Shepard’s prayer. Oh Lord, please don’t let us screw up. Amen.
Alan Shepard: Dear Lord, please don’t let me fuck up.
Gordon Cooper: I didn’t quite copy that. Say again, please.
Alan Shepard: I said everything’s A-OK.
We’ll pray. We’ll pray. We’ll pray for the last time. We’ll pray.
Get down on your knees and pray to God for help? Then maybe everything will work out fine? Garbage. Not where l come from. You could wear off your knees praying to God for heat in a cold-water flat in February. And icicles would grow from your upraised palms. If you’re freezing to death, you burn the furniture, set fire to the building, but you get off your knees.