The Kid: I'd like to dedicate this to my father, Francis L. It's a song the girls in the band wrote, Lisa and Wendy.
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The Kid: I'd like to dedicate this to my father, Francis L. It's a song the girls in the band wrote, Lisa and Wendy.
Matt Fink-The Revolution: God got Wendy's periods reversed. About every 28 days she starts acting nice. Lasts about a weekend.
Billy: Nobody digs your music but yourself!
Morris: Your lips would make a lollipop too happy.
First Avenue M.C.: Ladies and gentlemen... The Revolution!
Morris: Why don't you stay awhile, see how it's done?
Jill: What are you? Stupid or something? Why don't you watch where you're going?
The Kid: Thank you for a funky time, call me up whenever you want to grind. Yeeaaah!
The Kid: You don't need those girls, or their stupid music, all you need is me. Man, I don't know. My life's a bitch
The Kid: I'd like to dedicate this to my father, Francis L. It's a song the girls in the band wrote, Lisa and Wendy.
Bobby Z - The Revolution: God got Wendy's periods reversed. About every 28 days she starts acting nice. Lasts about a weekend.
Billy: Nobody digs your music but yourself!
Morris: Your lips would make a lollipop too happy.
First Avenue M.C.: Ladies and gentlemen... The Revolution!
Morris: Why don't you stay awhile, see how it's done?
Jill: What are you? Stupid or something? Why don't you watch where you're going?
The Kid: Thank you for a funky time, call me up whenever you want to grind. Yeeaaah!
The Kid: You don't need those girls, or their stupid music, all you need is me. Man, I don't know. My life's a bitch
Billy: Morris is squeezing you, kiddo. You better kick ass tomorrow night or else.
Wendy-The Revolution: You like that ? Is that better? The Kid: Where is everybody? Lisa-The Revolution: You're late. They left. The Kid: So what are you doing here? Lisa-The Revolution: "But I'm here to tell you, there's something else"... Our music.
Billy: What the fuck wrong with you, Kid? The Kid: I don't have time for your bullshit, Billy. What do you want? Billy: I told you before, this stage is no place for your personal shit, man! The Kid: That's life, man. Billy: Life, my ass, motherfucker! This is a business, and you ain't too far gone to see that yet! I told you before, you're not packin' them in like you used to. Nobody digs your music but yourself. The Kid: FUCK OFF! Billy: Yeah, okay. Just like your old man. Billy: Yeah, you got it! Tell me I'm wrong! You're not blind! Look around you. No one's diggin' you. Oh, buddy, what a fuckin' waste. But, like father, like son... The Kid: Lay off that. Billy: Let me give you some good advice, junior: your music makes sense to no one... but yourself.
Jerome: That was fucked up, what you did, man. Morris doesn't like it, and I don't like it either. The Kid: I don't care. Jerome: It's obvious you don't have what it takes to get to the top. But just to show we're sympathetic to your problem... Jerome: ... here's two tickets to tonight's show. Enjoy. Jerome: Don't forget to bring a girlfriend.
The Kid: Gimme that... There on your boot. Apollonia: Hey, wait! Apollonia: Give it back to me! The Kid: You can have it back later. Apollonia: I want it back now, okay? The Kid: Who gave it to you? Apollonia: A person. The Kid: Male or female? Apollonia: Huh? The Kid: You're lying. I can tell just by your reaction, you're lying. So you gave it to me; it's not yours anymore.
Morris: Oh, Lord. Cut! Cut! Morris: You ladies don't seem to realize how valuable my time is. You're going to make my boys look bad! Jill: Why don't you let us come up with our own steps? Morris: We tried that, remember? Now, you're in the best possible position you could be in. So what's the matter? Your shoes on too tight or something? Morris: Let's have some action! Let's have some asses wigglin'... I want some perfection! Morris: Morris: I think I'm gonna need a drink.
The Kid: Is that yours? Father: Of course it's mine. Who's else would it be?
The Kid: Is that yours? Father: Of course it's mine. I've got lots of 'em. And they're all different too.
