Chazz: Who'd win in a wrestling match, Lemmy or God?
Chris Moore: Lemmy.
[Rex imitates a game show buzzer.]
Chris Moore: God?
Rex: Wrong, dickhead. Trick question. Lemmy is God.
Uncle Vester: Whoa! My momma dead! Now I gotta cut ya! That's the rule, cut ya, cut ya.
Anton Felix Schindler: There can be no peace without the truth.
Felicia: Well, girls, what can I say? Here's to a secret very well kept.
Bernadette: Shame it's not gonna stay that way, isn't it?
John Lennon: You can't do your solo spots any more, Stu.
Stuart Sutcliffe: Why not?
John Lennon: Because it's shite.
Stuart Sutcliffe: Give it to me straight. Let's not beat around the bush.