Russell Hammond: Oh, my God. Holy shit. Fuck! I grew up with that lampshade. I love this kitchen. I fucking love this kitchen.
William Miller: I kept thinking I was gonna go home the next day.
Dick Roswell: Yeah. So did I... fifteen years ago.
Lester Bangs: Don't let those swill merchants rewrite you.
Jeff Bebe: Doris is the soul of this band.
Lester Bangs: The Doors? Jim Morrison? He's a drunken buffoon posing as a poet.
Alice Wisdom: I like The Doors.
Lester Bangs: Give me The Guess Who. They got the courage to be drunken buffoons, which makes them poetic.
Sapphire: William? I forgot to tell you. Your mom called. She says you gotta call home immediately. And she says to tell you, "I know what's going on."
Elaine Miller: Keep the small bills on the outside and call me if anyone gets drunk.
William Miller: I will call you if anyone anywhere gets drunk.
Russell Hammond: You know, I think we both wanted to, uh, to be with her. I guess she wanted us to be together.
Anita Miller: One day you'll be cool. Look under your bed, it'll set you free.
Russell Hammond: I slept with Marna, Dick.
Jeff Bebe: I did too.
Larry Fellows: I waited until you broke up with her, but me too.
Polexia Aphrodisia: Forgive me father, for I may sin tonight.
Lester Bangs: And then it just becomes an industry of... cool.
Russell Hammond: Write what you want.
Russell Hammond: I am a golden god.
Polexia Aphrodisia: Let's deflower the kid.
Jeff Bebe: We have got to control what's happening! There's a responsibility here.
Russell Hammond: Excuse me, but didn't we all get into this to avoid responsibility?
Sapphire: Just think, any other city in the world and you'd still be a virgin.
Vic Munoz: Mr Robert Plant, he signed-signed my T-shirt five minutes ago! Please don't smear it. Oh, dear God. Please don't smear it. But five minutes ago, he touched this pen. He touched this pen.
Jeff Bebe: Is it that hard to make us look cool?
Penny Lane: Hey, when we go to Morocco... I think we should wear completely different clothes... and be completely different people.
William Miller: What will our names be?
