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.
Polexia Aphrodisia: Let's deflower the kid.
Russell Hammond: I am a golden god.
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.
Jeff Bebe: Is it that hard to make us look cool?
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.
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?
Dennis Hope: I didn't invent the rainy day, man. I just own the best umbrella.
Elaine Miller: Look at this: an entire generation of Cinderellas and there's no glass slipper.
William Miller: You said we were going to go to Morocco. There is no Morocco. There's never been a Morocco. There's not even a Penny Lane. I don't even know your real name.
Topeka Kid: You're Russell from Stillwater.
Russell Hammond: Well, yeah, on my better days, I am Russell from Stillwater.
Estrella Starr: Simon Kirke from Bad Company is by the pool.
Russell Hammond: It doesn't sound like music anymore, you know, it sounds like... lifestyle maintenance, or something.
Anita Miller: All the kids make fun of him. They call him the Narc behind his back.
Elaine Miller: What's a narc?
Anita Miller: It's a narcotics officer.
Elaine Miller: Well, what's wrong with that?
Russell Hammond: You, Aaron, are what it's all about. You're real. Your room is real. Your friends are real. Real, man, real. You know? Real. You're more important than all the silly machinery. Silly machinery. And you know it! In eleven years its going to be 1984, man. Think about that.
Aaron: Wanna see me feed a mouse to my snake?
Russell Hammond: Yes.
