Sing Street (2016)

Eamon: We could rehearse here 'cause my da's in Saint John of Gods.
Darren: Is that a pub?
Eamon: No, Darren. It's a place where alcoholics go to get off the drink, and stop beating their wives and kids.
Darren: Right.
Eamon: And neighbors.

Brother Baxter: Head down to the toilet and remove the makeup right now.
Conor: Why?
Brother Baxter: Because I told you to.
Conor: But I'm in a band. It's a school band, and I think it's important that we have a look.
Brother Baxter: You're a man. Men don't wear makeup.
Conor: But why not? People in the 18th century wore makeup. That means people like Mozart wore makeup, and he was a man.

Brendan: Rock and roll is a risk. You risk being ridiculed.

Brendan: You want to have actual sexual intercourse, right?
Conor: Yeah. What, what?
Brendan: The girl. It's all about the girl, isn't it?
Conor: Yeah, the girl, yeah.
Brendan: And you're gonna use somebody else's art to get her? Are you kidding?

Eamon: I've a good joke for you guys. Vagina. Do you get it?
Garry: No.
Eamon: Exactly.

Brendan: How d'you know he's her boyfriend anyway?
Conor: It seemed like it. Pulled off in his car, music blaring. He's pretty cool.
Brendan: What was he listening to?
Conor: Genesis.
Brendan: He will not be a problem.
Conor: Really?
Brendan: Trust me. No woman can truly love a man who listens to Phil Collins.

Brendan: Think big, Conor. This is just a means to an end. And she looks amazing. She's got to be in all the videos.
Conor: Yeah?
Brendan: Oh, yeah. She's world class. Without her, you're just a bunch of gay-looking kids down an alleyway.

Brendan: This is life, Conor. Drive it like you stole it.

Conor: OK, so this is our last song. It's called Brown Shoes. And it's for every Christian Brother and for every bully you ever knew.

Evan: What style would you say you were?
Conor: I'm a futurist.
Evan: Epic. See you in the future, then.

Raphina: You can never do anything by half. Do you understand that?

Conor: Will you help me write a song?
Eamon: Always.

Conor: It's like, when you don't know someone, they're more interesting. They can be anything you want them to be.
Eamon: Yeah?
Conor: When you know them, there's limits to them.

Brendan: Did the Sex Pistols know how to play? You don't need to know how to play. Who are you, Steely Dan? You need to learn how NOT to play, Conor. That's the trick. That's rock and roll. And THAT... takes practice.

Eamon: Or Duran Duran. What do you think of them?
Conor: Jury is out on which way those guys'll go. They're a lot of fun, and James Taylor is one of the most proficient bass players in the UK at the moment, giving them a funky edge.
Eamon: John Taylor.
Conor: Yeah, John! Of course.

Conor: I think she's this amazing human being. Never seen anyone like her. The way she talks and looks. She wears these sunglasses, and when she takes them off, her eyes... are like the clouds clearing to let pass the moon.
Brendan: Ffuuh.
Conor: Sometimes I just wanna cry lookin' at her.

Eamon: So how do you mean you're "happy-sad"?
Darren: Yeah, how're we supposed to market that?
Conor: It means we're not pop anymore.
Eamon: We were pop? Listen, I'm happy being anything. I just want to play music.
Conor: That's fine. Be who you are, Eamon.
Eamon: Well, I don't know who I am. Maybe I'm happy-sad, too. I don't know.