Alan: No one listens to Springsteen anymore. He's history!
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Malik: Stay away from the girls. Follow the Jews!
Mrs. Anderson: Oh, please, Colin. Tiffany? Even I know Tiffany's not all that.
Noor: If we don't try to fix this now we will lose our son for good. And if that happens, I will never forgive you.
Javed: They're not brilliant, but they're mine.
Alan: No one listens to Springsteen anymore. He's history!
Matt: Who writes songs about nuclear war and Thatcher, anyway?
Malik: You're very lucky. You'll always be Pakistani. You will never be British!
Roops: Congratulations! You've popped your Bruce cherry. You never forget your first time!
Malik: Stay away from the girls. Follow the Jews!
Mrs. Anderson: Oh, please, Colin. Tiffany? Even I know Tiffany's not all that.
Noor: If we don't try to fix this now we will lose our son for good. And if that happens, I will never forgive you.
Javed: They're not brilliant, but they're mine.
Alan: No one listens to Springsteen anymore. He's history!
Matt: Who writes songs about nuclear war and Thatcher, anyway?
Malik: You're very lucky. You'll always be Pakistani. You will never be British!
Roops: Congratulations! You've popped your Bruce cherry. You never forget your first time!
Eliza: Javed doesn't drink. He's a Muslim. It's against their religion, Dad. Robert: Well, have a little bit, see how you go. We won't tell anyone if you don't.
Passport Official: Purpose of your visit? Javed: I'm going to see Bruce Springsteen's hometown. Passport Official: I can't think of a better reason to visit the United States than to see the home of the Boss!
Javed: Dad, I want to be a writer. Malik: Writing isn't a job. Javed: It can be! Malik: Name me one Pakistani writer. Just one!
Javed: Roops! Roops! I listened to everything. Both tapes. I'm telling you, I could feel it all right here. It's like Bruce knows everything I've ever felt, everything I've ever wanted. I mean, "Sometimes I feel so weak, I just wanna explode. Explode and tear this whole town apart. Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart." I didn't know music could be like that. I mean, "Is a dream a lie if it don't come true? Or is it something worse?" Roops: Congratulations. You've popped your Bruce cherry. You never forget your first time.
Javed: Dad, I want to be a writer. Malik: Writing isn't a job. Javed: It can be! Malik: Name me one Pakistani writer. Just one! Writing is for English people - with rich parents.
Javed: "If I could take one moment into my hands. Mister, I ain't a boy. No, I'm a man. And I believe in a Promised Land!"
Javed: So tell me about the Boss. Roops: Bruce is the direct line to all that's true in this shitty world. Javed: Seriously? What does he know about our world?
Javed: In my house, no one's allowed opinions except my dad.
Roops: You should try telesales. You could be anyone on the phone. They don't know if you're Tom, Dick or Ali.
Ms Clay: They're raw, they're distinctive. You have a responsibility to make this invisible, this absent voice, heard.
Javed: Do you know what I think helped Bruce deal with a shitty life? Girls. Girls were his salvation. Roops: Oh, yeah. We all need that kind of salvation.
Matt's Dad: I mean, it's got the elegance of Lady Diana and the earthy sensuality of Tina Turner.
Eliza: Wasn't that great? I love a good anti-fascist gig.
Javed: It's got a brilliant English and creative writing course. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna be a writer. Matt: But your dad, he won't even let you cross the road to come to mine for a party. You know Manchester's 200 fricking miles away, don't you? Javed: "Someday, man, I don't know when, We're gonna get to that place, Where we really want to go, We'll walk in the sun, But till then, Tramps like us, Baby, we were born to run." Matt: Did you write that? I've told you before, your lyrics are rubbish, mate. That didn't even rhyme.
Javed: I've applied to Manchester. Eliza: Cause of The Smiths? Javed: Cause it's four hours from Luton.
Matt: You got a girlfriend? And you didn't even bloody tell me! You jammy little sod.
Malik: We should keep our heads down. Your head is full of big ideas, above you. This is all to do with this Jewish singer. Javed: He isn't Jewish, Dad. Malik: Your son has lost his mind, listening to this man's bakwaas.
Javed: Shazia, you are good. I didn't even know you could dance! Shazia (Sister): It's the only time I can forget life. When I'm dancing, I block out the world. Javed: I know what you mean. Shazia (Sister): And this is what you do in your own crazy Gora rock world.
Javed: Jesus, Shazia! You look like a Pakistani Madonna!
Malik: You are not British! So stop acting like a Gora. You are Pakistani. You are my son! Javed: I don't wanna be your son! I wanna be more than that!
