Joey: Look, I know you're hurtin' now, but in time you'll realize what you've achieved. Jimmy Rabbitte: I've achieved nothing! Joey: You're missin' the point. The success of the band was irrelevant - you raised their expectations of life, you lifted their horizons. Sure we could have been famous and made albums and stuff, but that would have been predictable. This way it's poetry. Jimmy Rabbitte: It's a pisser is what it is, Joey.
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Steve Clifford: And there's these three girls with the band, I've had lustful thoughts about all of them.
Joey: Are you doing what I told you? Are you thinking of that reed as a woman's nipple?
Jimmy Rabbitte, Sr.: That's fuckin' blasphemy. Elvis wasn't a Cajun.
Jimmy Rabbitte: say it once and say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud.
Natalie Murphy: What do you think, Jimmy, they'll be eatin' chips out of our knickers?
Dean Fay: Do y'not think, uh - we're a little white for that sort of thing?
Jimmy Rabbitte, Sr.: Is this the band then? Betcha U2 are shittin' themselves.
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now... Jimmy Rabbitte: Yeah, I know how you feel.
Steve Clifford: And there's these three girls with the band, I've had lustful thoughts about all of them.
Jimmy Rabbitte: say it once and say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud.
Dean Fay: Do y'not think, uh - we're a little white for that sort of thing?
Jimmy Rabbitte, Sr.: That's fuckin' blasphemy. Elvis wasn't a Cajun.
Natalie Murphy: What do you think, Jimmy, they'll be eatin' chips out of our knickers?
Jimmy Rabbitte, Sr.: Is this the band then? Betcha U2 are shittin' themselves.
Joey: Are you doing what I told you? Are you thinking of that reed as a woman's nipple?
Jimmy Rabbitte: What do you play? Failed Drug Buyer: I used to play football in school. Jimmy Rabbitte: I mean, what instrument? Failed Drug Buyer: I don't. Jimmy Rabbitte: What are you doing here, then? Failed Drug Buyer: Well, I saw everyone else lining up, so, uh - I thought you were selling drugs.
Jimmy Rabbitte: What do you call yourselves? Derek: "And And And." Jimmy Rabbitte: "And And fuckin' And?" Derek: Well, Ray's thinking of putting an exclamation mark after the second "and." Says it'd look deadly on the posters. Jimmy Rabbitte: Psshh... Outspan Foster: You don't like it? You think it should go at the end? Jimmy Rabbitte: I think it should go up his arse. Outspan Foster: Well, we're not married to it.
Deco: If I'm gonna front the band, I like the sound of "Deco." Billy: Deco the bus conductor. Is that "top-Deco" or "bottom-Deco"?
Steve: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Natalie: That's three Hail Marys for you tomorrow.
Joey: Are you doing what I said? Are you thinking of that reed as a woman's nipple? Dean Fay: I am. But, I'm a little embarrassed, she's still in school. Joey: Maybe you should set your sights a little higher? My trumpet was always Gina Lollobrigida. Dean Fay: How about Kim Basinger? Joey: Is she? Dean Fay: Oh, yeah! Joey: Right. Pick a nipple and try again.
Outspan Foster: There's a band around called "Free Beer". Always draws a big crowd. Derek: I like "A Flock of Budgies". Jimmy Rabbitte: We have to be "the" something. All the great sixties bands were "The Somethings". Outspan Foster: We could be... The Northsiders. Derek: Or The Liffy Lads. Outspan Foster: How about... The Fucking Eejits?
Jimmy Rabbitte: Elvis is not soul. Jimmy Rabbitte, Sr.: Elvis is God. Jimmy Rabbitte: I never pictured God with a fat gut and corset singing "My Way" at Caesar's Palace.
Billy: And you... George Michael... you ever call me a fuckin' eejit again, you'll go home with the drumsticks stuck up your hole... the one you don't sing out of. Deco: That'll be the day. Billy: I'm tellin' ya it's coming, so keep your Vaseline handy.
Deco: If they're singing, then what am I supposed to do? Billy: You can sing along, you've bigger tits than all of them.
Unemployment Official: Mr. Rabbitte, you've been collecting unemployment benefit for two years. Are you trying to tell me you can't get a job? Jimmy Rabbitte: We're a third world country - what can you do?
Rock Salmon Man: Excuse me, would you have any Rock Salmon? Dean Fay: No, I'm sorry - we only have "Soul"!
Jimmy Rabbitte: How did Ray take the news? Derek: Not too bad. Said he was goin' solo. Jimmy Rabbitte: He doesn't have much of a choice, does he?
Outspan Foster: What's that? A Mister Chippy van? Mickah Wallace, Drums: We can't travel in that shit heap. Joey: Buddy Holly's last words. Bernie: What? Joey: We can't travel in that shit heap. Outspan Foster: Did Buddy Holly say that? Joey: Before he flew to meet his destiny on that storm-tossed night. Outspan Foster: Will crashin' in a chipper van make us famous, huh?
Deco: I've a bugle here you can blow on. Natalie: I've an arse here you can kiss.
Jimmy Rabbitte, Sr.: You're not taking that into the lift! Boy with Horse: I have to, the stairs will kill him.
Jimmy Rabbitte: You're working class right? Outspan Foster: We will be if there's any work. Jimmy Rabbitte: So, your music should be 'bout where you're from and the sort of people you come from. It should speak the language of the streets. It should be 'bout struggle and sex. And I don't mean mushy gushy love songs about 'how ill hold ya til the end of time' I mean bleedin', fuckin', tongues, gutters, boxers, the works! Outspan Foster: Jesus. What kind of music says all that? Jimmy Rabbitte: Soul. We're gonna be playing Dublin Soul.
Joey: Look, I know you're hurtin' now, but in time you'll realize what you've achieved. Jimmy Rabbitte: I've achieved nothing! Joey: You're missin' the point. The success of the band was irrelevant - you raised their expectations of life, you lifted their horizons. Sure we could have been famous and made albums and stuff, but that would have been predictable. This way it's poetry. Jimmy Rabbitte: It's a pisser is what it is, Joey.
Steve Clifford: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Natalie: That's three Hail Marys for you tomorrow.
Joey: Are you doing what I told you? Are you thinkin' of that reed as a woman's nipple? Dean Fay: Oh, yeah, I am. Yeah. Joey: Do you mind me askin' who she is? Dean Fay: She lives across the street from me. But I feel a little embarrassed. She's still at school. Joey: Maybe you should set your sights a little higher. My trumpet was always - Gina Lollobrigida. Dean Fay: I've never heard of her. Joey: A fine woman! Dean Fay: I could try, uh - Kim Basinger. Joey: Is she... Dean Fay: Ohh! Yeah! Joey: Good. Pick a nipple and try it again.
Jimmy Rabbitte: I hired him to do the door. Security. Outspan Foster: You're mad, Jimmy! He's a savage! Jimmy Rabbitte: I know he is. But he's our savage.
Deco: Fuckin' idiot! Billy: Sorry, Joey. I got a bit carried away. Billy: And you, George Michael! Call me a fuckin' idiot again and you'll get a drumstick up your hole! The one you don't sing out of! Billy: That'll be the day! Billy: I'm telling' ya, it's comin'. So keep your Vaseline handy. Joey: Keep cool, brothers. We are the saviors of Soul, remember?
Jimmy Rabbitte, Sr.: This the band, is it? Jimmy Rabbitte: Yeah. Jimmy Rabbitte, Sr.: Bet you U2 are shittin' themselves.
Natalie: What do you think, Jimmy, they'll be eatin' chips out of our knickers?
Imelda: I'll have this washed for ya, Jimmy. Jimmy Rabbitte: Nah, it's okay. Derek: Wash it? I'd fuckin' frame it.
Jimmy Rabbitte: From what I heard, the fella she's marrying hardly knows her. Imelda: Cheeky bastard! Jimmy Rabbitte: I suppose you'll be next. Imelda: Why me? I'm not bleedin' pregnant!
Jimmy Rabbitte: Imelda, you're lookin' deadly!
Derek: He owns the synth. Jimmy Rabbitte: No one uses synths anymore. It's back to basics.
Jimmy Rabbitte: Who was that at the door? Jimmy Rabbitte, Sr.: Some snotty-nosed young fella with a mouth organ.
Dean Fay: Oh, look at that body! She is beautiful! Derek: She's a little ride, isn't she?
