
Nina Rosario: I want to listen to my neighborhood.

Josephine Baker: My dear, I know exactly how I'm gonna die: out of breath, exhausted at the end of a dance. And that won't be for a long, long time.

Harris Green: You're crazy, you know that? Do you have any idea what you have just given up?
Peter Tork: You can never move forward standing in the same place, Harris.
Harris Green: Yeah, well, let's see how many records you can sell when you're not in people's living room.

Mr. Rad: Get yo' head up. You lost the money, it's gone. But, you can't lay around in yo' misery too long. Do not walk outta' this place and start to second guess yo' talent. You got yo' ass whooped tonight. But, I done seen y'all whoop a many a ass, right in the same place. Now, you lost. Lemme tell you somethin' my father told me, is: "If it don't kill you, it makes you stronger." Remember that.

Jason Blake: You a B-Boy?
Franklyn: No, I wish. My people were not exactly, um, chosen when it comes to breaking.
Jason Blake: What do you mean, your people?
Franklyn: Jews. We're rhythmically challenged. We're stripped of our swag at the circumcision.
Jason Blake: Ahh.
Franklyn: I've made my peace with it.

Max Bialystock: Leo, he who hesitates is poor.

Doctor: Mr. Belrose?
Tick: Yes?
Doctor: Congratulations. It's a boy.

Skinny Carter: So, can I still come to the party?
Mac Carter: Skinny! Hey come on.
Skinny Carter: Man, he ain't saying nothing bout me. He said y'all couldn't go to the party. He didn't say nothing bout Skinny. Nothing.
Mac Carter: Will you shut up?

Dee Dee Ramone: Hilly! Sire Records. This is the contract.
Hilly Kristal: Congratulations.
Joey Ramone: You pissed?
Johnny Ramone: I'd be fucking pissed.
Dee Dee Ramone: You're always fucking pissed.
Hilly Kristal: Are you kidding me? I'm proud of you guys.
Joey Ramone: Can't believe we got signed. We suck.

Garfield: Six must be my lucky number, because that was the life when I fell in love with music. I also fell in love with the girl who played the piano just for me.

Palm Apodaca: You know, I read where they, uh, invented this car that runs on, ummm... that runs on, ummm... when you boil water?
Terry: Steam.
Palm Apodaca: Right, steam. A car that you could ride around in and not cause a stink. But do you know they will not even let us have it? Can you believe it? Why? Man! He likes to create a stink! I mean, I've seen filth that you wouldn't believe. Ugh! What a stink! I don't even want to talk about it.

Bobby Darin: You're gonna be easy to love.

Jim Morrison: We're gonna fuck death away.

Matt: The Antarctic is the planet's memory, a memory of a time before there were people.