Robbie Williams: Who gives a fuck if you love it? What matters is that other people love you doing it.
Robbie Williams: You've always been there for Robbie Williams, dad. Why couldn't you just be there for Robert?
Robbie Williams: If you're gonna laugh, just do it on the inside, yeah?
Robbie Williams: My dad won five quid that night, although it might as well have been five million.
Nigel Martin Smith: Also, your name's not Robert anymore. It's Robbie.
Robbie Williams: I fucking hated the name Robbie but it was the single best thing Nigel did for me. Robbie became a character. Something I could hide behind.
Robbie Williams: Whenever Nigel took us out for dinner he would always say.
Nigel Martin Smith: I'll put this into your account.
Robbie Williams: He wasn't joking. He recouped it all.
Nigel Martin Smith: In five years we're all going to hate each other but we'll be fucking rich.
Liam Gallagher: Guess who's had the largest ever demand for concert tickets in British history? Me.
Robbie Williams: And the band.
Liam Gallagher: Knebworth. One hundred and twenty five thousand screaming cunts.
Robbie Williams: That's insane.
Liam Gallagher: That's how you know you've made it, you fucking knobhead.
Robbie Williams: Nigel Martin Smith was, for legal reasons, an absolute sweetheart. And a first class cunt.
Robbie Williams: Gary was a genius. An actual genius. He'd been playing the working men's clubs since he was twelve-years-old and was earning more money than his teachers.
Nicole Appleton: Fame is so fucking weird isn't it? It's like that uneasy feeling you get when they bring the cake out and the whole restaurant sings Happy Birthday to you and you can't wait until Happy Birthday stops being sung.
Robbie Williams: That was the first time my mum closed her curtains. She didn't open them for another ten years.
Robbie Williams: I want to make the twelve-year-old at my nan's watching TV on a Saturday night feeling safe. I want to make that same twelve-year-old feel safe on stage. I'm a fucking entertainer. It might be cabaret, but it's world class cabaret, and I'm the fucking best at it. Fuck yourselves.
Janet: I went down to the post office the other day and someone called me a posh slag.
Betty: Oh, love, you're not posh.
