Tammy: I wish I could play. I'd be in a band with you.
Joan Jett: Yeah, well you can't.
Tammy: I hear Cherie's trying the acting thing. You don't need her. You should go solo. Like Bowie. Bowie's just Bowie, he doesn't need any band.
Joan Jett: They were my songs. I wrote them. She just sang them.
Tammy: Yeah, but people always remember the singer.
Kim Fowley: Cherie Currie. Cherry bomb. Sex kitten. Brigitte Bardot in a trailer park. Joan Jett. The rock 'n' roll heart, street tough brunette. Sandy West. Miss California with a joint in her mouth and a chip on her shoulder. Lita Ford. The love child of Sophia Loren and Ritchie Blackmore. You do not wanna fuck with Lita.
Marie Currie: You took Mom's black heels?
Cherie Currie: Like, she's ever worn anything twice? Anyway, you should be more worried about her finding out about how old your skanky boyfriend is.
Marie Currie: I'm sorry. Does your boyfriend have a car? I'm sorry, do you even have a boyfriend?